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"What has she been doing?" | Winterbourne | has been going too far."<|quote|>"What has she been doing?"</|quote|>"Everything that is not done | a month ago. But she has been going too far."<|quote|>"What has she been doing?"</|quote|>"Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man | off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far."<|quote|>"What has she been doing?... | s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Wa... | evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which ... | greatly. It seemed so strange to hear her speak that way of her "reputation." But he himself, in fact, must speak in accordance with gallantry. The finest gallantry, here, was simply to tell her the truth; and the truth, for Winterbourne, as the few indications I have been able to give have made him known to the reader... | the introduction, and declared that she had never in her life seen anything so lovely as Mrs. Walker s carriage rug. "I am glad you admire it," said this lady, smiling sweetly. "Will you get in and let me put it over you?" "Oh, no, thank you," said Daisy. "I shall admire it much more as I see you driving round with it.... | favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit hersel... | Daisy Miller |
"Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." | Mrs. Walker | "What has she been doing?"<|quote|>"Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come."</|quote|>"But her brother," s... | has been going too far." "What has she been doing?"<|quote|>"Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come."</|qu... | well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?"<|quote|>"Everything that is not do... | clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfec... | Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to ... | to hear her speak that way of her "reputation." But he himself, in fact, must speak in accordance with gallantry. The finest gallantry, here, was simply to tell her the truth; and the truth, for Winterbourne, as the few indications I have been able to give have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should... | she had never in her life seen anything so lovely as Mrs. Walker s carriage rug. "I am glad you admire it," said this lady, smiling sweetly. "Will you get in and let me put it over you?" "Oh, no, thank you," said Daisy. "I shall admire it much more as I see you driving round with it." "Do get in and drive with me!" sai... | was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this ... | Daisy Miller |
"But her brother," | Winterbourne | goes away when visitors come."<|quote|>"But her brother,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up | clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come."<|quote|>"But her brother,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be | too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come."<|quote|>"But her brother,"<... | put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?... | "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was... | able to give have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she p... | Daisy. "I shall admire it much more as I see you driving round with it." "Do get in and drive with me!" said Mrs. Walker. "That would be charming, but it s so enchanting just as I am!" and Daisy gave a brilliant glance at the gentlemen on either side of her. "It may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom h... | like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless girl?" she demanded. "Gracious!" exclaimed Daisy. She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, then she turned to Win... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne, laughing, | No speaker | visitors come." "But her brother,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne, laughing,</|quote|>"sits up till midnight." "He | Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne, laughing,</|quote|>"sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what | has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother,"<|quote|>said Winterbourn... | "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything ... | Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he sa... | have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then... | admire it much more as I see you driving round with it." "Do get in and drive with me!" said Mrs. Walker. "That would be charming, but it s so enchanting just as I am!" and Daisy gave a brilliant glance at the gentlemen on either side of her. "It may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs.... | should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away.... | Daisy Miller |
"sits up till midnight." | Winterbourne | her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing,<|quote|>"sits up till midnight."</|quote|>"He must be edified by | away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing,<|quote|>"sits up till midnight."</|quote|>"He must be edified by what he sees. I m | doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing,<|quote|>... | very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done ... | so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, whi... | known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all impr... | more as I see you driving round with it." "Do get in and drive with me!" said Mrs. Walker. "That would be charming, but it s so enchanting just as I am!" and Daisy gave a brilliant glance at the gentlemen on either side of her. "It may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leanin... | as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless girl?" she demanded. "Gracious!" exclaimed Daisy. She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, then she turned to Winterbourne. There was a little pink flush in her cheek; she was tremendously pretty. "Does Mr. Winterbourne think," she asked slowly, smi... | Daisy Miller |
"He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." | Mrs. Walker | laughing, "sits up till midnight."<|quote|>"He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller."</|quote|>"The servants be hanged!" said | "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight."<|quote|>"He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller."</|quote|>"The servants be hanged!" said W... | not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight."<|quote|>"He... | Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with an... | dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again... | was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must gi... | you driving round with it." "Do get in and drive with me!" said Mrs. Walker. "That would be charming, but it s so enchanting just as I am!" and Daisy gave a brilliant glance at the gentlemen on either side of her. "It may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in h... | so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, whi... | Daisy Miller |
"The servants be hanged!" | Winterbourne | and asks for Miss Miller."<|quote|>"The servants be hanged!"</|quote|>said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor | servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller."<|quote|>"The servants be hanged!"</|quote|>said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he | come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller."<|quote|>"The servants be hanged!"</|quote|... | going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," sa... | in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well... | so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Ge... | side of her. "It may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing ... | bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society.... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne angrily. | No speaker | Miller." "The servants be hanged!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne angrily.</|quote|>"The poor girl s only | comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne angrily.</|quote|>"The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is | said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!"<|quote|>said Winterbourne angrily.</|quote... | has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laugh... | victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walk... | is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," s... | may be enchanting, dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With m... | then she turned to Winterbourne. There was a little pink flush in her cheek; she was tremendously pretty. "Does Mr. Winterbourne think," she asked slowly, smiling, throwing back her head, and glancing at him from head to foot, "that, to save my reputation, I ought to get into the carriage?" Winterbourne colored; for an... | Daisy Miller |
"The poor girl s only fault," | Winterbourne | be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily.<|quote|>"The poor girl s only fault,"</|quote|>he presently added, "is that | for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily.<|quote|>"The poor girl s only fault,"</|quote|>he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She | "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily.<|quote|>"The poor girl s only fault,"</|quot... | doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up... | not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so pe... | Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterb... | dear child, but it is not the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exc... | from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of ... | Daisy Miller |
he presently added, | No speaker | poor girl s only fault,"<|quote|>he presently added,</|quote|>"is that she is very | hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault,"<|quote|>he presently added,</|quote|>"is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," | be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault,"<|quote|>he presently added,</|quote|>"is that sh... | here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified ... | candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compro... | all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place besid... | the custom here," urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Win... | said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the y... | Daisy Miller |
"is that she is very uncultivated." | Winterbourne | only fault," he presently added,<|quote|>"is that she is very uncultivated."</|quote|>"She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. | angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added,<|quote|>"is that she is very uncultivated."</|quote|>"She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example | what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added,<|quote|>"is that she is very uncultivated.... | any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m... | vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the so... | you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young m... | urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that... | he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his ... | Daisy Miller |
"She is naturally indelicate," | Mrs. Walker | that she is very uncultivated."<|quote|>"She is naturally indelicate,"</|quote|>Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that | fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated."<|quote|>"She is naturally indelicate,"</|quote|>Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long | that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated."<|quote|>"She is naturally ind... | sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel e... | of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can ... | I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound... | her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother ... | Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said ca... | Daisy Miller |
Mrs. Walker declared. | No speaker | uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walker declared.</|quote|>"Take that example this morning. | "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walker declared.</|quote|>"Take that example this morning. How long had you known | everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walke... | mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about... | a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I su... | have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany ... | hands devoutly clasped. "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps ... | her "reputation." But he himself, in fact, must speak in accordance with gallantry. The finest gallantry, here, was simply to tell her the truth; and the truth, for Winterbourne, as the few indications I have been able to give have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He... | Daisy Miller |
"Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" | Mrs. Walker | naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared.<|quote|>"Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?"</|quote|>"A couple of days." "Fancy, | is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared.<|quote|>"Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?"</|quote|>"A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a | about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared.<|quote|>"Take th... | all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes r... | companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she mea... | ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, w... | "Well, it ought to be, then!" said Daisy. "If I didn t walk I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps in her life. And then, y... | answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbour... | Daisy Miller |
"A couple of days." | Winterbourne | you known her at Vevey?"<|quote|>"A couple of days."</|quote|>"Fancy, then, her making it | this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?"<|quote|>"A couple of days."</|quote|>"Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you | a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?"<|quote|>"A c... | at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller... | EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago... | away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak t... | I should expire." "You should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps in her life. And then, you know," she added with a laugh, "I am more than five years... | simply to tell her the truth; and the truth, for Winterbourne, as the few indications I have been able to give have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Dais... | Daisy Miller |
"Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" | Mrs. Walker | Vevey?" "A couple of days."<|quote|>"Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!"</|quote|>Winterbourne was silent for some | had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days."<|quote|>"Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!"</|quote|>Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I | asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days."<|quote|>"Fancy... | goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be h... | has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far."... | looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was e... | should walk with your mother, dear," cried the lady from Geneva, losing patience. "With my mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps in her life. And then, you know," she added with a laugh, "I am more than five years old." "You are old eno... | endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, | No speaker | should have left the place!"<|quote|>Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said,</|quote|>"I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that | a personal matter that you should have left the place!"<|quote|>Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said,</|quote|>"I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived | only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!"<|quote|>Winterbourne wa... | "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is ver... | Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with an... | sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offe... | mother dear!" exclaimed the young girl. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps in her life. And then, you know," she added with a laugh, "I am more than five years old." "You are old enough to be more reasonable. You are old enough, dear Miss Miller, to be talked about." Daisy... | Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting wi... | Daisy Miller |
"I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" | Winterbourne | some moments; then he said,<|quote|>"I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!"</|quote|>And he added a request | place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said,<|quote|>"I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!"</|quote|>And he added a request that she should inform him | very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said,<|quote|>"I suspe... | m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally inde... | herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterio... | her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had ... | she scented interference. "My mother never walked ten steps in her life. And then, you know," she added with a laugh, "I am more than five years old." "You are old enough to be more reasonable. You are old enough, dear Miss Miller, to be talked about." Daisy looked at Mrs. Walker, smiling intensely. "Talked about? What... | looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," h... | Daisy Miller |
And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. | No speaker | lived too long at Geneva!"<|quote|>And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage.</|quote|>"I wished to beg you | that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!"<|quote|>And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage.</|quote|>"I wished to beg you to cease your relations with | How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!"<|quote|>And he added a request that she should inf... | smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How l... | she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at e... | Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say ... | you know," she added with a laugh, "I am more than five years old." "You are old enough to be more reasonable. You are old enough, dear Miss Miller, to be talked about." Daisy looked at Mrs. Walker, smiling intensely. "Talked about? What do you mean?" "Come into my carriage, and I will tell you." Daisy turned her quick... | throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; o... | Daisy Miller |
"I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." | Mrs. Walker | made him enter her carriage.<|quote|>"I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short."</|quote|>"I m afraid I can | what particular design she had made him enter her carriage.<|quote|>"I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short."</|quote|>"I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. | you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage.<|quote|>"I wished to beg you to cease your r... | Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have l... | she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing,... | earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker h... | reasonable. You are old enough, dear Miss Miller, to be talked about." Daisy looked at Mrs. Walker, smiling intensely. "Talked about? What do you mean?" "Come into my carriage, and I will tell you." Daisy turned her quickened glance again from one of the gentlemen beside her to the other. Mr. Giovanelli was bowing to a... | in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, ... | Daisy Miller |
"I m afraid I can t do that," | Winterbourne | let her alone, in short."<|quote|>"I m afraid I can t do that,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "I like her | further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short."<|quote|>"I m afraid I can t do that,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason | And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short."<|quote|>"I m afraid I can t do that,... | How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him ... | same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servan... | that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Wi... | and I will tell you." Daisy turned her quickened glance again from one of the gentlemen beside her to the other. Mr. Giovanelli was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently.... | the place beside her. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | I can t do that,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"I like her extremely." "All | in short." "I m afraid I can t do that,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you | inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"I like h... | "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had ma... | at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller... | free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor ... | quickened glance again from one of the gentlemen beside her to the other. Mr. Giovanelli was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Wint... | speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to tha... | Daisy Miller |
"I like her extremely." | Winterbourne | t do that," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I like her extremely."</|quote|>"All the more reason that | "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I like her extremely."</|quote|>"All the more reason that you shouldn t help her | with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"I like her extremely."</|quo... | of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him ent... | Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The se... | to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his s... | again from one of the gentlemen beside her to the other. Mr. Giovanelli was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished t... | the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs. Walker s advice. He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and... | Daisy Miller |
"All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." | Mrs. Walker | Winterbourne. "I like her extremely."<|quote|>"All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal."</|quote|>"There shall be nothing scandalous | can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely."<|quote|>"All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal."</|quote|>"There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." | she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely."<|quote|>"All the more reason that you sho... | her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wish... | when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" sa... | further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s vic... | the gentlemen beside her to the other. Mr. Giovanelli was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker wo... | He looked at her exquisite prettiness, and then he said, very gently, "I think you should get into the carriage." Daisy gave a violent laugh. "I never heard anything so stiff! If this is improper, Mrs. Walker," she pursued, "then I am all improper, and you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" an... | Daisy Miller |
"There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." | Winterbourne | her to make a scandal."<|quote|>"There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her."</|quote|>"There certainly will be in | that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal."<|quote|>"There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her."</|quote|>"There certainly will be in the way she takes them. | your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal."<|quote|>"There shall be nothing scandal... | was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to g... | must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very un... | her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the... | rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy bein... | said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl ... | Daisy Miller |
"There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience," | Mrs. Walker | in my attentions to her."<|quote|>"There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience,"</|quote|>Mrs. Walker pursued. "If you | "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her."<|quote|>"There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience,"</|quote|>Mrs. Walker pursued. "If you wish to rejoin the young | her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her."<|quote|>"There certainly will be in the wa... | Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to le... | that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate,... | him, while Mr. Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companio... | it a most unpleasant scene. "I don t think I want to know what you mean," said Daisy presently. "I don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a ve... | you must give me up. Goodbye; I hope you ll have a lovely ride!" and, with Mr. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. Walker s eyes. "Get in here, sir," she said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her. The young m... | Daisy Miller |
Mrs. Walker pursued. | No speaker | I had on my conscience,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walker pursued.</|quote|>"If you wish to rejoin | But I have said what I had on my conscience,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walker pursued.</|quote|>"If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will | said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." "There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience,"<|quote|>Mrs. Walker pursued.</|quote|>"If you wis... | inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "A... | a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of... | best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and ... | don t think I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless girl?" she demanded. "Gracious!" exclaimed Daisy. She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, t... | companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs. Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. He expected that in answer she would say something rather free, something to commit herself still further to that "recklessness" from which Mrs. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. ... | Daisy Miller |
"If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance." | Mrs. Walker | my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued.<|quote|>"If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance."</|quote|>The carriage was traversing that | said what I had on my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued.<|quote|>"If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance."</|quote|>The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden | like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." "There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued.<|quote|>"If you wish to rejoin the young lady I wi... | what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reas... | and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, th... | as he took his seat in Mrs. Walker s victoria. "That was not clever of you," he said candidly, while the vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It ha... | I should like it." Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless girl?" she demanded. "Gracious!" exclaimed Daisy. She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, then she turn... | carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act... | Daisy Miller |
The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden that overhangs the wall of Rome and overlooks the beautiful Villa Borghese. It is bordered by a large parapet, near which there are several seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her... | No speaker | way, you have a chance."<|quote|>The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden that overhangs the wall of Rome and overlooks the beautiful Villa Borghese. It is bordered by a large parapet, near which there are several seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward wh... | you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance."<|quote|>The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden that overhangs the wall of Rome and overlooks the beautiful Villa Borghese. It is bordered by a large parapet, near which there are several seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentlema... | scandalous in my attentions to her." "There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued. "If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance."<|quote|>The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden... | Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." "Th... | "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, ... | vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages. "In such a case," his companion answered, "I don t wish to be clever; I wish to be EARNEST!" "Well, your earnestness has only offended her and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the so... | did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him. "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless girl?" she demanded. "Gracious!" exclaimed Daisy. She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, then she turned to Winterbourne. There was a little pink flush in her cheek; she was tremendously pretty. "Does Mr. Winterbourne t... | compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners wi... | Daisy Miller |
"You see, I ve come all alone," | Mrs. Miller | Walker, Winterbourne also drew near.<|quote|>"You see, I ve come all alone,"</|quote|>said poor Mrs. Miller. "I | ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near.<|quote|>"You see, I ve come all alone,"</|quote|>said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don | it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near.<|quote|>"You see, I v... | interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as ... | a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were... | seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in sil... | and put her off." "It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been do... | the wall. The western sun in the opposite sky sent out a brilliant shaft through a couple of cloud bars, whereupon Daisy s companion took her parasol out of her hands and opened it. She came a little nearer, and he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of thei... | Daisy Miller |
said poor Mrs. Miller. | No speaker | I ve come all alone,"<|quote|>said poor Mrs. Miller.</|quote|>"I m so frightened; I | also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone,"<|quote|>said poor Mrs. Miller.</|quote|>"I m so frightened; I don t know what to | Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone,"<|quote|>said poor Mrs. Miller.</|quote|... | the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller ... | But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day... | distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised h... | very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done ... | parapet, near which there are several seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His c... | Daisy Miller |
"I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." | Mrs. Miller | alone," said poor Mrs. Miller.<|quote|>"I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone."</|quote|>"And does not your ... | see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller.<|quote|>"I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone."</|quote|>... | there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller.<|quote|>"I m so frightened; I don t k... | was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a ... | the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visi... | a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majesti... | Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here. Flirting with an... | majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanell... | Daisy Miller |
"And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" | Mrs. Walker | used to going round alone."<|quote|>"And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"</|quote|>demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, | by myself. I ain t used to going round alone."<|quote|>"And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"</|quote|>demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said | frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone."<|quote|>"And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"</... | a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s t... | day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residi... | his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borgh... | Flirting with any man she could pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by wha... | at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American... | Daisy Miller |
demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. | No speaker | favor us with her society?"<|quote|>demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.</|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed," | not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"<|quote|>demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.</|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that | time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?"<|quote|>demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.</|quote|>"Well, Da... | and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially ... | find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, a... | his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the w... | mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about... | shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." "There certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued. "If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance." The ... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, Daisy s all dressed," | Mrs. Miller | society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that | to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if | been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|qu... | s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted ... | s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occa... | and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun i... | the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round... | each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun in the opposite sky sent out a brilliant shaft through a couple of cloud bars, wh... | Daisy Miller |
said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. | No speaker | "Well, Daisy s all dressed,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career.</|quote|>"She got dressed on purpose | society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career.</|quote|>"She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s | especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that ... | temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or ... | the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several... | saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun in the opposite sky sent out a bri... | partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants wh... | stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, up... | Daisy Miller |
"She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," | Mrs. Miller | of her daughter s career.<|quote|>"She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long,"</... | always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career.<|quote|>"She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I g... | alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career.<|quote|>"S... | so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demand... | of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few mome... | pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun in the opposite sky sent out a brilliant shaft through a couple of cloud bars, whereupon Daisy s companion took her parasol out of her hands and opened it. She came a little nearer, and he ... | be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round among all the servants when a gentleman comes and asks for Miss Miller." "The servants be hanged!" said Winterbourne angrily. "The poor girl s only fault," he presently added, "is that she is very unculti... | residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune... | Daisy Miller |
concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. | No speaker | ll come before very long,"<|quote|>concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.</|quote|>"I m sorry she should | splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long,"<|quote|>concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.</|quote|>"I m sorry she should come in that way," said | dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long,"<|quote|>concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.</|q... | does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on pur... | few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the... | a little nearer, and he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. C... | added, "is that she is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he... | cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun in the op... | Daisy Miller |
"I m sorry she should come in that way," | Mrs. Walker | long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.<|quote|>"I m sorry she should come in that way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I | they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.<|quote|>"I m sorry she should come in that way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was | dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully.<|quote|>"I m sorry she should come in... | intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But... | her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ev... | he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered... | is very uncultivated." "She is naturally indelicate," Mrs. Walker declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, M... | toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating h... | Daisy Miller |
said Mrs. Walker. | No speaker | should come in that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker.</|quote|>"Well, I told her that | hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker.</|quote|>"Well, I told her that there was no use in | there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker.</|quote|>... | Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--t... | Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this countr... | it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no sm... | declared. "Take that example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he ... | looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off ... | Daisy Miller |
"Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," | Mrs. Miller | that way," said Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours,"</|quote|>responded Daisy s mamma. "I | sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours,"</|quote|>responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use | Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"Well, I told her that there was no ... | Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted ... | hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to... | it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among... | example this morning. How long had you known her at Vevey?" "A couple of days." "Fancy, then, her making it a personal matter that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that ... | a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Wint... | Daisy Miller |
responded Daisy s mamma. | No speaker | going to wait three hours,"<|quote|>responded Daisy s mamma.</|quote|>"I didn t see the | before dinner if she was going to wait three hours,"<|quote|>responded Daisy s mamma.</|quote|>"I didn t see the use of her putting on | sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours,"<|quote|>responded Daisy s mamma.</|quote|>"I didn ... | recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll co... | come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter... | began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and ... | that you should have left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your rela... | seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while ... | Daisy Miller |
"I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." | Mrs. Miller | hours," responded Daisy s mamma.<|quote|>"I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli."</|quote|>"This is most horrible!" said | was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma.<|quote|>"I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli."</|quote|>"This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and | guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma.<|quote|>"I didn t see the use of her putting on s... | of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded... | poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us wi... | he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day aft... | left the place!" Winterbourne was silent for some moments; then he said, "I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Mille... | the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller ... | Daisy Miller |
"This is most horrible!" | Mrs. Walker | sit round with Mr. Giovanelli."<|quote|>"This is most horrible!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning away | a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli."<|quote|>"This is most horrible!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. | Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli."<|quote|>"This is most horrible!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning aw... | that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that t... | ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mr... | following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening o... | lived too long at Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afra... | the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, whi... | Daisy Miller |
said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. | No speaker | Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Elle s affiche. It s | to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having | told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Wi... | wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed... | party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with ... | was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in ... | Geneva!" And he added a request that she should inform him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that... | on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, ... | Daisy Miller |
"Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." | Mrs. Walker | and addressing herself to Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her."</|quote|>Daisy came after eleven o | said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her."</|quote|>Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, | dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Elle s affiche. It s her revenge ... | it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hou... | Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic... | asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the... | him with what particular design she had made him enter her carriage. "I wished to beg you to cease your relations with Miss Miller--not to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the ... | them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and sh... | Daisy Miller |
Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walke... | No speaker | shall not speak to her."<|quote|>Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her... | her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her."<|quote|>Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and t... | on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her."<|quote|>Daisy came after eleven o clock;... | Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This ... | your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose befo... | his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a poi... | to flirt with her--to give her no further opportunity to expose herself--to let her alone, in short." "I m afraid I can t do that," said Winterbourne. "I like her extremely." "All the more reason that you shouldn t help her to make a scandal." "There shall be nothing scandalous in my attentions to her." "There certainl... | a couple of cloud bars, whereupon Daisy s companion took her parasol out of her hands and opened it. She came a little nearer, and he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he ... | Daisy Miller |
"I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the ... | Daisy Miller | came straight to Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got th... | and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced ... | but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker.<|quote|>"I m afraid you though... | to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occ... | got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walk... | point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully... | certainly will be in the way she takes them. But I have said what I had on my conscience," Mrs. Walker pursued. "If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put you down. Here, by the way, you have a chance." The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden that overhangs the wall of Rome and overlooks the b... | and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely bo... | Daisy Miller |
Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. | No speaker | greatest time at the hotel."<|quote|>Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress.</|quote|>"Is there anyone I know?" | on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel."<|quote|>Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress.</|quote|>"Is there anyone I know?" she aske... | to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel."<|quote|>Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest aud... | and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduc... | see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came af... | "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" d... | a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majesti... | to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society... | Daisy Miller |
"Is there anyone I know?" | Daisy Miller | the edges of her dress.<|quote|>"Is there anyone I know?"</|quote|>she asked. "I think every | pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress.<|quote|>"Is there anyone I know?"</|quote|>she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. | this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress.<|quote|>"Is there anyone I know?"</|qu... | before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Da... | revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr.... | Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always rec... | the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they... | above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to brin... | Daisy Miller |
she asked. | No speaker | "Is there anyone I know?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I think every one knows | the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, | had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I think eve... | he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself wit... | to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped t... | by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current inciden... | at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the ... | see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not you... | Daisy Miller |
"I think every one knows you!" | Mrs. Walker | anyone I know?" she asked.<|quote|>"I think every one knows you!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and | of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked.<|quote|>"I think every one knows you!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory | greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked.<|quote|>"I think every one knows you!... | beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the swe... | with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turn... | I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her d... | a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great f... | dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured ... | Daisy Miller |
said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily ... | No speaker | think every one knows you!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an e... | I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a h... | all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, a... | ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, l... | shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She ca... | round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She... | he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the V... | When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mr... | Daisy Miller |
"It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," | Daisy Miller | while it was going on.<|quote|>"It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance,"</|quote|>she said to Winterbourne, as | his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on.<|quote|>"It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance,"</|quote|>she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him | quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on.<|quote|>"It s a pity these rooms are so small; we ... | himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who ... | got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of lit... | Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing... | he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smilin... | Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t ... | Daisy Miller |
she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. | No speaker | small; we can t dance,"<|quote|>she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before.</|quote|>"I am not sorry we | pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance,"<|quote|>she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before.</|quote|>"I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; | who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance,"<|quote|>she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five ... | his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sa... | songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is the... | getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge ... | were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller ... | said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addre... | Daisy Miller |
"I am not sorry we can t dance," | Winterbourne | seen him five minutes before.<|quote|>"I am not sorry we can t dance,"</|quote|>Winterbourne answered; "I don t | Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before.<|quote|>"I am not sorry we can t dance,"</|quote|>Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don | piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before.<|quote|>"I am not sorry we can t dance,"</|quote|>Winte... | a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, pro... | the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" sa... | Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not spe... | to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the... | But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said... | Daisy Miller |
Winterbourne answered; | No speaker | sorry we can t dance,"<|quote|>Winterbourne answered;</|quote|>"I don t dance." "Of | minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance,"<|quote|>Winterbourne answered;</|quote|>"I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; | were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance,"<|quote|>Winterbourne answered;</|quote|>"I don t dance." "Of cou... | sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, t... | this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave ... | use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after elev... | with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbo... | my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli.... | Daisy Miller |
"I don t dance." | Winterbourne | can t dance," Winterbourne answered;<|quote|>"I don t dance."</|quote|>"Of course you don t | "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered;<|quote|>"I don t dance."</|quote|>"Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," | a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered;<|quote|>"I don t dance."</|quote|>"Of course you don t da... | prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not... | delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very curs... | her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o cl... | parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne agai... | you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered he... | Daisy Miller |
"Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," | Daisy Miller | answered; "I don t dance."<|quote|>"Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff,"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy. "I hope | we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance."<|quote|>"Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff,"</|quote|>said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with | his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance."<|quote|>"Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff,"</|quote... | songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it w... | sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovane... | a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not... | of his aunt, Mrs. Costello. He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to fi... | for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovane... | Daisy Miller |
said Miss Daisy. | No speaker | dance; you re too stiff,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy.</|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your | "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy.</|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. | "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff,"<|quote|>said Miss Daisy.</|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs.... | quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t da... | round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and ... | "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be s... | following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening o... | spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make ... | Daisy Miller |
"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" | Daisy Miller | too stiff," said Miss Daisy.<|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!"</|quote|>"No. I didn t enjoy | don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy.<|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!"</|quote|>"No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with | pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy.<|quote|>"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!"</|quote... | find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said t... | while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white... | horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She ... | there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, an... | coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made h... | Daisy Miller |
"No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." | Winterbourne | your drive with Mrs. Walker!"<|quote|>"No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you."</|quote|>"We paired off: that was | Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!"<|quote|>"No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you."</|quote|>"We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But | dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!"<|quote|>"No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking wit... | Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five mi... | her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his... | to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, ca... | at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last intervie... | Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to... | Daisy Miller |
"We paired off: that was much better," | Daisy Miller | I preferred walking with you."<|quote|>"We paired off: that was much better,"</|quote|>said Daisy. "But did you | I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you."<|quote|>"We paired off: that was much better,"</|quote|>said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool | five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you."<|quote|>"We paired off: that was much better,"</|quote|>s... | distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Wint... | I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome ... | having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Ev... | and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. M... | you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered he... | Daisy Miller |
said Daisy. | No speaker | off: that was much better,"<|quote|>said Daisy.</|quote|>"But did you ever hear | walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better,"<|quote|>said Daisy.</|quote|>"But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. | we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better,"<|quote|>said Daisy.</|quote|>"But did you ever hear any... | had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of ... | one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He san... | she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked a... | home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American la... | her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mr... | Daisy Miller |
"But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." | Daisy Miller | was much better," said Daisy.<|quote|>"But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days."</|quo... | you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy.<|quote|>"But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about tha... | t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy.<|quote|>"But did you ever hear anything so cool as... | as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don... | you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very pre... | I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She ... | on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them. Mrs. Walker s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, ... | you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered he... | Daisy Miller |
"He should not have talked about it at all," | Winterbourne | that walk for ten days."<|quote|>"He should not have talked about it at all,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "he would never | he had been talking about that walk for ten days."<|quote|>"He should not have talked about it at all,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young | you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days."<|quote|>"He should not have talked about it at all,"... | Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wan... | sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, t... | and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to y... | of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few mome... | of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I ... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne; | No speaker | talked about it at all,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he would never have proposed | days." "He should not have talked about it at all,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he would never have proposed to a young lady of | s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne;</|quote|>"he would never h... | don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giov... | Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s ... | Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he kn... | a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and rueful... | her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the pro... | Daisy Miller |
"he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." | Winterbourne | it at all," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him."</|quote|>"About the streets?" cried Daisy | should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him."</|quote|>"About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, | me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne;<|quote|>"he would never have proposed to a y... | dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli... | declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these room... | m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the mos... | in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. ... | turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced h... | Daisy Miller |
"About the streets?" | Daisy Miller | about the streets with him."<|quote|>"About the streets?"</|quote|>cried Daisy with her pretty | of this country to walk about the streets with him."<|quote|>"About the streets?"</|quote|>cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he | People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him."<|quote|>"About the streets?"</|quote|>cried D... | didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unk... | had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes befo... | make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the gr... | diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterb... | rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance fr... | Daisy Miller |
cried Daisy with her pretty stare. | No speaker | with him." "About the streets?"<|quote|>cried Daisy with her pretty stare.</|quote|>"Where, then, would he have | to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?"<|quote|>cried Daisy with her pretty stare.</|quote|>"Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? | ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?"<|quote|>cried Daisy with her pretty stare.</|q... | it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had b... | his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not ... | practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the h... | mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. ... | time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walke... | Daisy Miller |
"Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." | Daisy Miller | Daisy with her pretty stare.<|quote|>"Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habit... | him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare.<|quote|>"Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t... | unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare.<|quote|>"Where, then, would he have propos... | "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten... | distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Wint... | you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered he... | as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. Mrs. Miller s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone,... | she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonst... | Daisy Miller |
"I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," | Winterbourne | change my habits for THEM."<|quote|>"I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course | t see why I should change my habits for THEM."<|quote|>"I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving | The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM."<|quote|>"I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt,"</|quote|>said Winterb... | days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; an... | dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walk... | all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she g... | m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" dema... | to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, and he knows the most charming set of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking n... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne gravely. | No speaker | are those of a flirt,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne gravely.</|quote|>"Of course they are," she | "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne gravely.</|quote|>"Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little | goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne gravely.</|quote|>"Of course they are," she cried, givi... | said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this cou... | don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giov... | looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself ... | It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Dais... | dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper ... | Daisy Miller |
"Of course they are," | Daisy Miller | a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely.<|quote|>"Of course they are,"</|quote|>she cried, giving him her | your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely.<|quote|>"Of course they are,"</|quote|>she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I | a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely.<|quote|>"Of course they are,"</|quote|>she cried, giving him her little... | would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies ... | you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and u... | her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He s... | first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all d... | She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovane... | Daisy Miller |
she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. | No speaker | gravely. "Of course they are,"<|quote|>she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.</|quote|>"I m a fearful, frightful | of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are,"<|quote|>she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.</|quote|>"I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear | this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are,"<|quote|>she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.</|q... | to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dre... | said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext th... | round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and ... | ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mr... | Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can... | Daisy Miller |
"I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." | Daisy Miller | her little smiling stare again.<|quote|>"I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl."</|quote|>"You re a very nice | are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.<|quote|>"I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl."</|quote|>"You re a very nice girl; but I wish you | a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.<|quote|>"I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a... | about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can... | with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! I... | little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his musta... | country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate... | gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walke... | Daisy Miller |
"You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," | Winterbourne | am not a nice girl."<|quote|>"You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank | tell me now that I am not a nice girl."<|quote|>"You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are | a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl."<|quote|>"You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt wit... | I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him h... | Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have p... | very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker after... | to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively. "Well, Daisy s all dressed," said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s ... | Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?" she asked. "I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a ver... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. | No speaker | with me, and me only,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very | I wish you would flirt with me, and me only,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last | again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne.</|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man ... | have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a ni... | the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the st... | his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had giv... | Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at t... | go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is there anyone I know?"... | Daisy Miller |
"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." | Daisy Miller | and me only," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff."</|quote|>"You say that too often," | you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff."</|quote|>"You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a | m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne.<|quote|>"Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of f... | dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl... | that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" crie... | teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his... | that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the philosophic, historian with which she always recorded the current incidents of her daughter s career. "She got dressed on purpose before dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it... | quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t da... | Daisy Miller |
"You say that too often," | Winterbourne | you, you are too stiff."<|quote|>"You say that too often,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a | had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff."<|quote|>"You say that too often,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could | girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff."<|quote|>"You say that too often,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne. ... | of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me,... | it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady... | songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it w... | dinner. But she s got a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that wa... | if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better,... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. | No speaker | "You say that too often,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh.</|quote|>"If I could have the | you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh.</|quote|>"If I could have the sweet hope of making you | nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh.</... | gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourn... | "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young lad... | declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these room... | a friend of hers there; that gentleman--the Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. ... | ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either... | Daisy Miller |
"If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." | Daisy Miller | Daisy gave a delighted laugh.<|quote|>"If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again."</|quote|>"Don t do that; when | that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh.<|quote|>"If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again."</|quote|>"Don t do that; when I am angry I m | flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh.<|quote|>"If I could have the sweet hope o... | giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; yo... | young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadful... | to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she sai... | Italian--that she wanted to bring. They ve got going at the piano; it seems as if they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in h... | of songs. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel." Of all this Daisy delivered herself with the sweetest, brightest audibleness, looking now at her hostess and now round the room, while she gave a series of little pats, round her shoulders, to the edges of her dress. "Is ... | Daisy Miller |
"Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." | Winterbourne | I should say it again."<|quote|>"Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here."</|quote|>"I thought they understood nothing | hope of making you angry, I should say it again."<|quote|>"Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here."</|quote|>"I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy.... | the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again."<|quote|>"Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ... | hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informi... | Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for TH... | orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorr... | they couldn t leave off. Mr. Giovanelli sings splendidly. But I guess they ll come before very long," concluded Mrs. Miller hopefully. "I m sorry she should come in that way," said Mrs. Walker. "Well, I told her that there was no use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded ... | with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! I... | Daisy Miller |
"I thought they understood nothing else!" | Daisy Miller | that sort of thing here."<|quote|>"I thought they understood nothing else!"</|quote|>exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young | piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here."<|quote|>"I thought they understood nothing else!"</|quote|>exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to | making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here."<|quote|>"I thought they understood nothing else!"</|quote|>exclaimed Daisy. "Not in... | "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do th... | dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl... | can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with ... | use in her getting dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s h... | The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "O... | Daisy Miller |
exclaimed Daisy. | No speaker | thought they understood nothing else!"<|quote|>exclaimed Daisy.</|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women." | sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!"<|quote|>exclaimed Daisy.</|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much | it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!"<|quote|>exclaimed Daisy.</|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women." "It se... | you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ... | far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose yo... | Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that... | dinner if she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured ... | Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It wou... | Daisy Miller |
"Not in young unmarried women." | Winterbourne | understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy.<|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women."</|quote|>"It seems to me much | thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy.<|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women."</|quote|>"It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried | "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy.<|quote|>"Not in young unmarried women."</|quote|>"It seems to me m... | the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. Bu... | I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will ... | if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better,... | she was going to wait three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonst... | functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as... | Daisy Miller |
"It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," | Daisy Miller | "Not in young unmarried women."<|quote|>"It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones,"</|quote|>Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, | understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women."<|quote|>"It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones,"</|quote|>Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives | I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women."<|quote|>"It seems to me much more proper in young unmar... | think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt w... | t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I ... | five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But d... | three hours," responded Daisy s mamma. "I didn t see the use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When sh... | s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn... | Daisy Miller |
Daisy declared. | No speaker | than in old married ones,"<|quote|>Daisy declared.</|quote|>"Well," said Winterbourne, "when you | proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones,"<|quote|>Daisy declared.</|quote|>"Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must | do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones,"<|quote|>Daisy declared.</|quote|>"We... | stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t un... | those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt wi... | dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage... | such a dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she wa... | had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we... | Daisy Miller |
"Well," | Winterbourne | old married ones," Daisy declared.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "when you deal | young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go | at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said ... | say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that... | a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, an... | course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop po... | dress as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, ... | should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank ... | Daisy Miller |
said Winterbourne, | No speaker | married ones," Daisy declared. "Well,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"when you deal with natives | unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne,</|quote|>"when you deal with natives you must go by the | least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well,"<|quote|>said Winterbourne... | that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sor... | flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and ... | you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. ... | as that to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on suc... | with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don t see why I should change my habits for THEM." "... | Daisy Miller |
"when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" | Winterbourne | Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--"</|quote|>"Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. | than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--"</|quote|>"Gracious! poor Moth... | flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne,<|quote|>"when yo... | often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thin... | Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I m a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," sai... | t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn t enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanel... | to sit round with Mr. Giovanelli." "This is most horrible!" said Mrs. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. "Elle s affiche. It s her revenge for my having ventured to remonstrate with her. When she comes, I shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occ... | "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don t dance." "Of course you don t dance; you re too stiff," said Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I ... | Daisy Miller |
"Gracious! poor Mother!" | Daisy Miller | Giovanelli, and without your mother--"<|quote|>"Gracious! poor Mother!"</|quote|>interposed Daisy. "Though you may | yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--"<|quote|>"Gracious! poor Mother!"</|quote|>interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is | women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--"<|quote|>"Gracious! poor Mother!... | you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy decla... | now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winter... | did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," sai... | shall not speak to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She ca... | to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady o... | Daisy Miller |
interposed Daisy. | No speaker | your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!"<|quote|>interposed Daisy.</|quote|>"Though you may be flirting, | with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!"<|quote|>interposed Daisy.</|quote|>"Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he | old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!"<|quote|>interposed D... | flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well... | am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Dai... | hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourn... | to her." Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to M... | half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibl... | Daisy Miller |
"Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." | Winterbourne | "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy.<|quote|>"Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else."</|quote|>"He isn t preaching, at | Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy.<|quote|>"Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else."</|quote|>"He isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with | ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy.<|quote|>"Thoug... | me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Win... | a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave... | so cool as Mrs. Walker s wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would n... | Daisy came after eleven o clock; but she was not, on such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walke... | she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small... | Daisy Miller |
"He isn t preaching, at any rate," | Daisy Miller | not; he means something else."<|quote|>"He isn t preaching, at any rate,"</|quote|>said Daisy with vivacity. "And | be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else."<|quote|>"He isn t preaching, at any rate,"</|quote|>said Daisy with vivacity. "And if you want very much | go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else."<|quote|>"He isn t preac... | they don t understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom... | would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of ... | and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk ab... | occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent moth... | distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It s a pity these rooms are so small; we can t dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am not sorry we can t dance," Wint... | Daisy Miller |
said Daisy with vivacity. | No speaker | t preaching, at any rate,"<|quote|>said Daisy with vivacity.</|quote|>"And if you want very | means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate,"<|quote|>said Daisy with vivacity.</|quote|>"And if you want very much to know, we are | Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate,"<|quote|>said Daisy ... | thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely... | said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it a... | the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the st... | be spoken to. She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to ma... | He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing... | Daisy Miller |
"And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends." | Daisy Miller | rate," said Daisy with vivacity.<|quote|>"And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends."</|quote|>"Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne, "if you | isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity.<|quote|>"And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends."</|quote|>"Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne, "if you are in love with each | American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity.<|quote|>"And i... | they understood nothing else!" exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doe... | you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I ... | was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy ... | rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr. Giovanelli. Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli ... | and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "Ab... | Daisy Miller |
"Ah!" | Winterbourne | we are very intimate friends."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne, "if you are | too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne, "if you are in love with each other, | "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity. "And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne, "if... | ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you ma... | too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don ... | talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not... | She came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the mo... | would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of ... | Daisy Miller |
rejoined Winterbourne, | No speaker | are very intimate friends." "Ah!"<|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne,</|quote|>"if you are in love | good friends for that: we are very intimate friends." "Ah!"<|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne,</|quote|>"if you are in love with each other, it is | you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity. "And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends." "Ah!"<|quote|>rejoined Winterbourne,</|quote|>"if you are... | Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be fl... | stiff." "You say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t un... | about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a youn... | came straight to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most l... | But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You re a very nice girl; but I wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You s... | Daisy Miller |
"if you are in love with each other, it is another affair." | Winterbourne | intimate friends." "Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne,<|quote|>"if you are in love with each other, it is another affair."</|quote|>She had allowed him up | for that: we are very intimate friends." "Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne,<|quote|>"if you are in love with each other, it is another affair."</|quote|>She had allowed him up to this point to talk | be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn t preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity. "And if you want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends." "Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne,<|quote|>"if you are in love with eac... | "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn t exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr. Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giov... | say that too often," said Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again." "Don t do that; when I am angry I m stiffer than ever. But if you won t flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with your friend at the piano; they don t understand that... | at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of... | to Mrs. Walker. "I m afraid you thought I never was coming, so I sent mother off to tell you. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. Giovanelli; you know I introduced him to you; he s got the most lovely voice, a... | would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would h... | Daisy Miller |
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