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“And that I saw with my own eyes,” | Antonia | for the city of Cordova.<|quote|>“And that I saw with my own eyes,”</|quote|>Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So | and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova.<|quote|>“And that I saw with my own eyes,”</|quote|>Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So Jim and Charley were right, | to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova.<|quote|>“And that I saw with my own eyes,”</|q... | and I had a strong belief that he had been along this very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I sco... | girls about how the Spanish first came here, like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.” They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Co... | Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his ... | do you think of poor me?” she added; “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said... | Just think! She’ll be the first Scandinavian girl to get a position in the High School. We ought to be proud of her.” Selma was a studious girl, who had not much tolerance for giddy things like Tiny and Lena; but they always spoke of her with admiration. Tiny moved about restlessly, fanning herself with her straw hat.... | My Antonia |
Ántonia put in triumphantly. | No speaker | saw with my own eyes,”<|quote|>Ántonia put in triumphantly.</|quote|>“So Jim and Charley were | of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,”<|quote|>Ántonia put in triumphantly.</|quote|>“So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were | him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,”<|quote|>Ántonia put in triumphantly.</|quote|>“So Jim ... | had been along this very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibi... | like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.” They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Ci... | us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was se... | “with six at home, younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and ... | kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I do... | My Antonia |
“So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!” | Antonia | eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly.<|quote|>“So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!”</|quote|>The girls began to wonder | I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly.<|quote|>“So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!”</|quote|>The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the | scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly.<|quote|>“So Jim and Charley were right, and ... | very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling ... | Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.” They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we we... | was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Gov... | younger than I am? And they all think I’m rich, because when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we we... | something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear sk... | My Antonia |
The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he | No speaker | and the teachers were wrong!”<|quote|>The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he</|quote|>“d... | Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!”<|quote|>The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the scho... | all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!”<|quote|>The girls began to wonder among themse... | he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found ... | I leave out so much.” They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not got so far north as Nebraska, b... | I guess that’s what’s the matter with me; they say Lapp blood will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would m... | when I go back to the country I’m dressed so fine!” She shrugged her shoulders. “But, you know, my weakness is playthings. I like to buy them playthings better than what they need.” “I know how that is,” said Anna. “When we first came here, and I was little, we were too poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a ... | my books day and night. But she was born smart—and look how her father’s trained her! He was something high up in the old country.” “So was my mother’s father,” murmured Lena, “but that’s all the good it does us! My father’s father was smart, too, but he was wild. He married a Lapp. I guess that’s what’s the matter wit... | My Antonia |
“died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” | No speaker | the school books said he<|quote|>“died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.”</|quote|>“More than him has done | tell them. I only knew the school books said he<|quote|>“died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.”</|quote|>“More than him has done that,” said Ántonia sadly, and | began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he<|quote|>“died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.”</|quot... | Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!” The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Sp... | that he had not got so far north as Nebraska, but had given up his quest and turned back somewhere in Kansas. But Charley Harling and I had a strong belief that he had been along this very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a swo... | some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boy... | poor to buy toys. I never got over the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never ... | the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppressive, we had a lively game of “Pussy Wants a Corner,” on the flat bluff-top, with the little trees for bases. Lena was Pussy so often that she finally said she would n’t play any more. We threw ours... | My Antonia |
“More than him has done that,” | Antonia | wilderness, of a broken heart.”<|quote|>“More than him has done that,”</|quote|>said Ántonia sadly, and the | said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.”<|quote|>“More than him has done that,”</|quote|>said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat | Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.”<|quote|>“More than him has done that,”</|quote|>said Ántonia... | of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!” The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country h... | as Nebraska, but had given up his quest and turned back somewhere in Kansas. But Charley Harling and I had a strong belief that he had been along this very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on ... | with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon... | the loss of a doll somebody gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The... | will out.” “A real Lapp, Lena?” I exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and... | My Antonia |
said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass about us was on fire now. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a shimmer of gold on the brown river. Out in the stream the sandbars glittered like glass, and the light tre... | No speaker | than him has done that,”<|quote|>said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass about us was on fire now. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a shimmer of gold on the brown river. Out in the stream the sandbars glitte... | of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,”<|quote|>said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass about us was on fire now. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a shimmer of gold on the brown river. Out in the ... | this country have been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,”<|quote|>said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We... | sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly. “So Jim and Charley were right, and the teachers were wrong!” The girls began to wonder among themselves. Why had the Spaniards come so far? What must this country have been like, then? Why had... | his quest and turned back somewhere in Kansas. But Charley Harling and I had a strong belief that he had been along this very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relic... | “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norwegians up north are always afraid their boys will run after them.” In the afternoon, when the heat was less oppres... | gave me before we left Norway. A boy on the boat broke her, and I still hate him for it.” “I guess after you got here you had plenty of live dolls to nurse, like me!” Lena remarked cynically. “Yes, the babies came along pretty fast, to be sure. But I never minded. I was fond of them all. The youngest one, that we did n... | dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; mother says the Norw... | My Antonia |
“You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” | Grandmother | she seemed troubled and distracted.<|quote|>“You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,”</|quote|>she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. | see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted.<|quote|>“You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,”</|quote|>she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep | days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could never get his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without him. The day after the Cutters left, Ántonia came over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted.<|quote|>“You’ve got something on y... | ball dropped and dropped until the red tip went beneath the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since th... | appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exact... | been like, then? Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,” said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across th... | exclaimed. “The kind that wear skins?” “I don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I... | long fingers of the sun touched their foreheads. Presently we saw a curious thing: There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to ... | My Antonia |
she said anxiously. | No speaker | something on your mind, Ántonia,”<|quote|>she said anxiously.</|quote|>“Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could | troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,”<|quote|>she said anxiously.</|quote|>“Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.” | house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could never get his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without him. The day after the Cutters left, Ántonia came over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,”<|quote|>she said anxiously.... | tip went beneath the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick ... | We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of... | gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,” said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The... | don’t know if she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There mus... | light trembled in the willow thickets as if little flames were leaping among them. The breeze sank to stillness. In the ravine a ringdove mourned plaintively, and somewhere off in the bushes an owl hooted. The girls sat listless, leaning against each other. The long fingers of the sun touched their foreheads. Presently... | My Antonia |
“Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.” | Antonia | mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously.<|quote|>“Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.”</|quote|>She hesitated, and then told | “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously.<|quote|>“Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.”</|quote|>She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter | scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could never get his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without him. The day after the Cutters left, Ántonia came over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously.<|quote|>“Yes, Mrs. Burde... | the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could neve... | our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disc; th... | Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king? I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,” said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass ... | she wore skins, but she was a Lapp all right, and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something... | We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of... | My Antonia |
She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter had behaved before he went away. He put all the silver in a basket and placed it under her bed, and with it a box of papers which he told her were valuable. He made her promise that she would not sleep away from the house, or be out late in the evening, while he ... | No speaker | n’t sleep much last night.”<|quote|>She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter had behaved before he went away. He put all the silver in a basket and placed it under her bed, and with it a box of papers which he told her were valuable. He made her promise that she would not sleep away from the house, or b... | “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.”<|quote|>She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter had behaved before he went away. He put all the silver in a basket and placed it under her bed, and with it a box of papers which he told her were valuable. He made her promise that she would not slee... | his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without him. The day after the Cutters left, Ántonia came over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.”<|quote|>She hesitated, and th... | was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could never get his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without h... | we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disc; the handles, the tongue, the share—black against the m... | I could n’t tell them. I only knew the school books said he “died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.” “More than him has done that,” said Ántonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. We sat looking off across the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass about us was on fire now. The bark of the oaks turn... | and his folks felt dreadful about it. He was sent up north on some Government job he had, and fell in with her. He would marry her.” “But I thought Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?” I objected. “I don’t know, maybe. There must be something mighty taking about the Lapp girls, though; m... | The curly grass about us was on fire now. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a shimmer of gold on the brown river. Out in the stream the sandbars glittered like glass, and the light trembled in the willow thickets as if little flames were leaping among them. The breeze sank to stillness. In the ravine... | My Antonia |
“I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.” | Antonia | way he looked at her.<|quote|>“I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.”</|quote|>Grandmother was apprehensive at once. | to instruct her, or the way he looked at her.<|quote|>“I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.”</|quote|>Grandmother was apprehensive at once. “I don’t think it’s right | put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that now she felt uncomfortable about staying there alone. She had n’t liked the way he kept coming into the kitchen to instruct her, or the way he looked at her.<|quote|>“I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, an... | promise that she would not sleep away from the house, or be out late in the evening, while he was gone. He strictly forbade her to ask any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard t... | Cutter could never get his wife to stir out of Black Hawk without him. The day after the Cutters left, Ántonia came over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.” She he... | no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland fa... | like you and Charley Harling used to talk about. I’ve tried to tell them, but I leave out so much.” They sat under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Ci... | dropped until the red tip went beneath the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about t... | My Antonia |
Grandmother was apprehensive at once. | No speaker | try to scare me, somehow.”<|quote|>Grandmother was apprehensive at once.</|quote|>“I don’t think it’s right | again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.”<|quote|>Grandmother was apprehensive at once.</|quote|>“I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, | felt uncomfortable about staying there alone. She had n’t liked the way he kept coming into the kitchen to instruct her, or the way he looked at her. “I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.”<|quote|>Grandmother was apprehensive at once.</|quote|>“I don’t think it’s ... | strictly forbade her to ask any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that now she felt uncomfortable about staying there alone. She had n’t liked the way he kep... | over to see us. Grandmother noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.” She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter had behaved before he went away. He put all the silver in a baske... | on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the dis... | under a little oak, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not got so far north as Nebraska, but had given up his quest and t... | Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disc; the handles, the tongue, the share—black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun. Even while we whispered about it, our vision disappeared;... | My Antonia |
“I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim coul... | Grandmother | Grandmother was apprehensive at once.<|quote|>“I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowin... | try to scare me, somehow.” Grandmother was apprehensive at once.<|quote|>“I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nig... | alone. She had n’t liked the way he kept coming into the kitchen to instruct her, or the way he looked at her. “I feel as if he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.” Grandmother was apprehensive at once.<|quote|>“I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I... | any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that now she felt uncomfortable about staying there alone. She had n’t liked the way he kept coming into the kitchen to... | noticed that she seemed troubled and distracted. “You’ve got something on your mind, Ántonia,” she said anxiously. “Yes, Mrs. Burden. I could n’t sleep much last night.” She hesitated, and then told us how strangely Mr. Cutter had behaved before he went away. He put all the silver in a basket and placed it under her be... | the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal lig... | resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities. At school we were taught that he had not got so far north as Nebraska, but had given up his quest and turned back somewhere in K... | we saw a curious thing: There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we real... | My Antonia |
Ántonia turned to me eagerly. | No speaker | as well as you could.”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me eagerly.</|quote|>“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d | silver and old usury notes as well as you could.”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me eagerly.</|quote|>“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice | either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim could take care of their silver and old usury notes as well as you could.”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me eagerly.</|quote|>“Oh, would you,... | he is up to some of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.” Grandmother was apprehensive at once. “I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go ove... | not sleep away from the house, or be out late in the evening, while he was gone. He strictly forbade her to ask any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that no... | the tongue, the share—black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun. Even while we whispered about it, our vision disappeared; the ball dropped and dropped until the red tip went beneath the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plo... | very river. A farmer in the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling ... | promise that she would not sleep away from the house, or be out late in the evening, while he was gone. He strictly forbade her to ask any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard t... | My Antonia |
“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh for you. It’s a real cool room, and the bed’s right next the window. I was afraid to leave the window open last night.” | Antonia | Ántonia turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh for you. It’s a real cool room, and the bed’s right next the window. I was afraid to leave the window open last night.”</|quote|>I liked my own room, | as well as you could.” Ántonia turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh for you. It’s a real cool room, and the bed’s right next the window. I was afraid to leave the window open last night.”</|quote|>I liked my own room, and I did n’t like | Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim could take care of their silver and old usury notes as well as you could.” Ántonia turned to me eagerly.<|quote|>“Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh f... | of his tricks again, and is going to try to scare me, somehow.” Grandmother was apprehensive at once. “I don’t think it’s right for you to stay there, feeling that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep... | house, or be out late in the evening, while he was gone. He strictly forbade her to ask any of the girls she knew to stay with her at night. She would be perfectly safe, he said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that now she felt uncomfortable... | the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun. Even while we whispered about it, our vision disappeared; the ball dropped and dropped until the red tip went beneath the earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littlen... | the county north of ours, when he was breaking sod, had turned up a metal stirrup of fine workmanship, and a sword with a Spanish inscription on the blade. He lent these relics to Mr. Harling, who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Fathe... | flames were leaping among them. The breeze sank to stillness. In the ravine a ringdove mourned plaintively, and somewhere off in the bushes an owl hooted. The girls sat listless, leaning against each other. The long fingers of the sun touched their foreheads. Presently we saw a curious thing: There were no clouds, the ... | My Antonia |
I liked my own room, and I did n’t like the Cutters’ house under any circumstances; but Tony looked so troubled that I consented to try this arrangement. I found that I slept there as well as anywhere, and when I got home in the morning, Tony had a good breakfast waiting for me. After prayers she sat down at the table ... | No speaker | the window open last night.”<|quote|>I liked my own room, and I did n’t like the Cutters’ house under any circumstances; but Tony looked so troubled that I consented to try this arrangement. I found that I slept there as well as anywhere, and when I got home in the morning, Tony had a good breakfast waiting for me. Aft... | I was afraid to leave the window open last night.”<|quote|>I liked my own room, and I did n’t like the Cutters’ house under any circumstances; but Tony looked so troubled that I consented to try this arrangement. I found that I slept there as well as anywhere, and when I got home in the morning, Tony had a good breakfa... | and old usury notes as well as you could.” Ántonia turned to me eagerly. “Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh for you. It’s a real cool room, and the bed’s right next the window. I was afraid to leave the window open last night.”<|quote|>I liked my own room, and I did n’t like the Cutters’ house under... | be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim could take care of their silver and old usury notes as well as you could.” Ántonia turned to m... | said, as he had just put a new Yale lock on the front door. Cutter had been so insistent in regard to these details that now she felt uncomfortable about staying there alone. She had n’t liked the way he kept coming into the kitchen to instruct her, or the way he looked at her. “I feel as if he is up to some of his tri... | earth. The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie. XV LATE in August the Cutters went to Omaha for a few days, leaving Ántonia in charge of the house. Since the scandal about the Swedish girl, Wick Cutter could never ge... | who brought them home with him. Charley and I scoured them, and they were on exhibition in the Harling office all summer. Father Kelly, the priest, had found the name of the Spanish maker on the sword, and an abbreviation that stood for the city of Cordova. “And that I saw with my own eyes,” Ántonia put in triumphantly... | The girls sat listless, leaning against each other. The long fingers of the sun touched their foreheads. Presently we saw a curious thing: There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure... | My Antonia |
So long as Cutter had me by the throat, there was no chance for me at all. I got hold of his thumb and bent it back, until he let go with a yell. In a bound, I was on my feet, and easily sent him sprawling to the floor. Then I made a dive for the open window, struck the wire screen, knocked it out, and tumbled after it... | No speaker | here. He’s caught, all right!”<|quote|>So long as Cutter had me by the throat, there was no chance for me at all. I got hold of his thumb and bent it back, until he let go with a yell. In a bound, I was on my feet, and easily sent him sprawling to the floor. Then I made a dive for the open window, struck the wire scree... | this rat you’ve got in here. He’s caught, all right!”<|quote|>So long as Cutter had me by the throat, there was no chance for me at all. I got hold of his thumb and bent it back, until he let go with a yell. In a bound, I was on my feet, and easily sent him sprawling to the floor. Then I made a dive for the open window... | abuse. “So this is what she’s up to when I’m away, is it? Where is she, you nasty whelp, where is she? Under the bed, are you, hussy? I know your tricks! Wait till I get at you! I’ll fix this rat you’ve got in here. He’s caught, all right!”<|quote|>So long as Cutter had me by the throat, there was no chance for me at a... | a handful of whiskers and pulled, shouting something. The hand that held my shoulder was instantly at my throat. The man became insane; he stood over me, choking me with one fist and beating me in the face with the other, hissing and chuckling and letting out a flood of abuse. “So this is what she’s up to when I’m away... | down on the edge of the bed. I was only half awake, but I decided that he might take the Cutters’ silver, whoever he was. Perhaps if I did not move, he would find it and get out without troubling me. I held my breath and lay absolutely still. A hand closed softly on my shoulder, and at the same moment I felt something ... | to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim could take care of their silver and old usury notes as well as you could.” Ántonia turned to me eagerly. “Oh, would you, Jim? I’d make up my bed nice and fresh for you. It’s a real cool room, and ... | plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disc; the handles, the tongue, the share—black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a pictu... | that way. I suppose it would n’t be right for you to leave the place alone, either, after giving your word. Maybe Jim would be willing to go over there and sleep, and you could come here nights. I’d feel safer, knowing you were under my own roof. I guess Jim could take care of their silver and old usury notes as well a... | My Antonia |
“I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,” | Grandmother | lock—her head trembling with rage.<|quote|>“I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,”</|quote|>grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would | no key to the new lock—her head trembling with rage.<|quote|>“I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,”</|quote|>grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia | never saw them again; grandmother burned them in the Cutters’ kitchen range. While Ántonia was packing her trunk and putting her room in order, to leave it, the front-door bell rang violently. There stood Mrs. Cutter,—locked out, for she had no key to the new lock—her head trembling with rage.<|quote|>“I advised her to... | locked up, and they had to break the window to get into Ántonia’s bedroom. There everything was in shocking disorder. Her clothes had been taken out of her closet, thrown into the middle of the room, and trampled and torn. My own garments had been treated so badly that I never saw them again; grandmother burned them in... | on the night express from the east, and had left again on the six o’clock train for Denver that morning. The agent said his face was striped with court-plaster, and he carried his left hand in a sling. He looked so used up, that the agent asked him what had happened to him since ten o’clock the night before; whereat Cu... | not to let grandfather, even, come into my room. She seemed to understand, though I was too faint and miserable to go into explanations. When she took off my nightshirt, she found such bruises on my chest and shoulders that she began to cry. She spent the whole morning bathing and poulticing me, and rubbing me with arn... | cologne-scented brushing my face. If the room had suddenly been flooded with electric light, I could n’t have seen more clearly the detestable bearded countenance that I knew was bending over me. I caught a handful of whiskers and pulled, shouting something. The hand that held my shoulder was instantly at my throat. Th... | running across the north end of Black Hawk in my nightshirt, just as one sometimes finds one’s self behaving in bad dreams. When I got home I climbed in at the kitchen window. I was covered with blood from my nose and lip, but I was too sick to do anything about it. I found a shawl and an overcoat on the hatrack, lay d... | My Antonia |
grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia at all, but made her sit down in the parlor while she related to her just what had occurred the night before. Ántonia was frightened, and was going home to stay for a while, she told Mrs. Cutter; it would be useless to interrogate the girl, for she... | No speaker | she would have a stroke,”<|quote|>grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia at all, but made her sit down in the parlor while she related to her just what had occurred the night before. Ántonia was frightened, and was going home to stay for a while, she told Mrs. Cutter; it would be useles... | her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,”<|quote|>grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia at all, but made her sit down in the parlor while she related to her just what had occurred the night before. Ántonia was frightened, and was going home to stay for a while, she told Mrs.... | While Ántonia was packing her trunk and putting her room in order, to leave it, the front-door bell rang violently. There stood Mrs. Cutter,—locked out, for she had no key to the new lock—her head trembling with rage. “I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,”<|quote|>grandmother said afterwards. ... | Ántonia’s bedroom. There everything was in shocking disorder. Her clothes had been taken out of her closet, thrown into the middle of the room, and trampled and torn. My own garments had been treated so badly that I never saw them again; grandmother burned them in the Cutters’ kitchen range. While Ántonia was packing h... | the six o’clock train for Denver that morning. The agent said his face was striped with court-plaster, and he carried his left hand in a sling. He looked so used up, that the agent asked him what had happened to him since ten o’clock the night before; whereat Cutter began to swear at him and said he would have him disc... | understand, though I was too faint and miserable to go into explanations. When she took off my nightshirt, she found such bruises on my chest and shoulders that she began to cry. She spent the whole morning bathing and poulticing me, and rubbing me with arnica. I heard Ántonia sobbing outside my door, but I asked grand... | electric light, I could n’t have seen more clearly the detestable bearded countenance that I knew was bending over me. I caught a handful of whiskers and pulled, shouting something. The hand that held my shoulder was instantly at my throat. The man became insane; he stood over me, choking me with one fist and beating m... | grandfather, even, come into my room. She seemed to understand, though I was too faint and miserable to go into explanations. When she took off my nightshirt, she found such bruises on my chest and shoulders that she began to cry. She spent the whole morning bathing and poulticing me, and rubbing me with arnica. I hear... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Cutter avouched, nodding her horselike head and rolling her eyes. Grandmother said she had n’t a doubt of it. Certainly Cutter liked to have his wife think him a devil. In some way he depended upon the excitement he could arouse in her hysterical nature. Perhaps he got the feeling of being a rake more from his w... | No speaker | Mrs. Burden. He will pay!”<|quote|>Mrs. Cutter avouched, nodding her horselike head and rolling her eyes. Grandmother said she had n’t a doubt of it. Certainly Cutter liked to have his wife think him a devil. In some way he depended upon the excitement he could arouse in her hysterical nature. Perhaps he got the feel... | Cutter will pay for this, Mrs. Burden. He will pay!”<|quote|>Mrs. Cutter avouched, nodding her horselike head and rolling her eyes. Grandmother said she had n’t a doubt of it. Certainly Cutter liked to have his wife think him a devil. In some way he depended upon the excitement he could arouse in her hysterical natur... | simpler devices; he could have left her in the Omaha hotel, and said he was going on to Chicago for a few days. But apparently it was part of his fun to outrage her feelings as much as possible. “Mr. Cutter will pay for this, Mrs. Burden. He will pay!”<|quote|>Mrs. Cutter avouched, nodding her horselike head and rollin... | had played this trick in order to get back to Black Hawk without her. She had no choice but to go on to Kansas City and take the first fast train for home. Cutter could have got home a day earlier than his wife by any one of a dozen simpler devices; he could have left her in the Omaha hotel, and said he was going on to... | once—but did not. The trains are never called at little junction towns; everybody knows when they come in. Mr. Cutter showed his wife’s ticket to the conductor, and settled her in her seat before the train moved off. It was not until nearly nightfall that she discovered she was on the express bound for Kansas City, tha... | Mrs. Cutter,—locked out, for she had no key to the new lock—her head trembling with rage. “I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,” grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia at all, but made her sit down in the parlor while she related to her just what had occurred th... | so long as nobody saw me or knew what had happened to me. I entreated her not to let grandfather, even, come into my room. She seemed to understand, though I was too faint and miserable to go into explanations. When she took off my nightshirt, she found such bruises on my chest and shoulders that she began to cry. She ... | rang violently. There stood Mrs. Cutter,—locked out, for she had no key to the new lock—her head trembling with rage. “I advised her to control herself, or she would have a stroke,” grandmother said afterwards. Grandmother would not let her see Ántonia at all, but made her sit down in the parlor while she related to h... | My Antonia |
“the bride of old Tithonus” | No speaker | path down the sky until<|quote|>“the bride of old Tithonus”</|quote|>rose out of the sea, | watching the constellations on their path down the sky until<|quote|>“the bride of old Tithonus”</|quote|>rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp | the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the birds flying low over the flowering marsh grasses, the changing lights on the silver, cloud-hung mountains. He had willfully stayed the short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until<|quote|>“the... | that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns,... | he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his ... | he had given me from his collection. When I sat at work I half faced a deep, upholstered chair which stood at the end of my table, its high back against the wall. I had bought it with great care. My instructor sometimes looked in upon me when he was out for an evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to lin... | one first enters that world everything else fades for a time, and all that went before is as if it had not been. Yet I found curious survivals; some of the figures of my old life seemed to be waiting for me in the new. In those days there were many serious young men among the students who had come up to the University ... | I had bought it with great care. My instructor sometimes looked in upon me when he was out for an evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to linger and become talkative if I had a comfortable chair for him to sit in, and if he found a bottle of Bénédictine and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at ... | My Antonia |
rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s... | No speaker | “the bride of old Tithonus”<|quote|>rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when... | path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus”<|quote|>rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vivid... | the roofless columns, the birds flying low over the flowering marsh grasses, the changing lights on the silver, cloud-hung mountains. He had willfully stayed the short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus”<|quote|>rose o... | He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the birds flying low o... | stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandere... | his collection. When I sat at work I half faced a deep, upholstered chair which stood at the end of my table, its high back against the wall. I had bought it with great care. My instructor sometimes looked in upon me when he was out for an evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to linger and become talkat... | everything else fades for a time, and all that went before is as if it had not been. Yet I found curious survivals; some of the figures of my old life seemed to be waiting for me in the new. In those days there were many serious young men among the students who had come up to the University from the farms and the littl... | wall at my left the dark, old-fashioned wall-paper was covered by a large map of ancient Rome, the work of some German scholar. Cleric had ordered it for me when he was sending for books from abroad. Over the bookcase hung a photograph of the Tragic Theater at Pompeii, which he had given me from his collection. When I ... | My Antonia |
“Commedia,” | No speaker | canto after canto of the<|quote|>“Commedia,”</|quote|>repeating the discourse between Dante | for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the<|quote|>“Commedia,”</|quote|>repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,” while | on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the<|quote|>“Commedia,”</|quote|>repeating the discou... | the short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he ... | upon some object on the wall or a figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the so... | and if he found a bottle of Bénédictine and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his elbow. He was, I had discovered, parsimonious about small expenditures—a trait absolutely inconsistent with his general character. Sometimes when he came he was silent and moody, and after a few sarcastic remarks went away aga... | those boys came straight from the cornfields with only a summer’s wages in their pockets, hung on through the four years, shabby and underfed, and completed the course by really heroic self-sacrifice. Our instructors were oddly assorted; wandering pioneer school-teachers, stranded ministers of the Gospel, a few enthusi... | collection. When I sat at work I half faced a deep, upholstered chair which stood at the end of my table, its high back against the wall. I had bought it with great care. My instructor sometimes looked in upon me when he was out for an evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to linger and become talkative ... | My Antonia |
repeating the discourse between Dante and his | No speaker | after canto of the “Commedia,”<|quote|>repeating the discourse between Dante and his</|quote|>“sweet teacher,” while his cigarette | Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,”<|quote|>repeating the discourse between Dante and his</|quote|>“sweet teacher,” while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between | the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,”<|quote|>repeating the discourse between ... | short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ... | some object on the wall or a figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitar... | if he found a bottle of Bénédictine and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his elbow. He was, I had discovered, parsimonious about small expenditures—a trait absolutely inconsistent with his general character. Sometimes when he came he was silent and moody, and after a few sarcastic remarks went away again, ... | boys came straight from the cornfields with only a summer’s wages in their pockets, hung on through the four years, shabby and underfed, and completed the course by really heroic self-sacrifice. Our instructors were oddly assorted; wandering pioneer school-teachers, stranded ministers of the Gospel, a few enthusiastic ... | bought it with great care. My instructor sometimes looked in upon me when he was out for an evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to linger and become talkative if I had a comfortable chair for him to sit in, and if he found a bottle of Bénédictine and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his el... | My Antonia |
“sweet teacher,” | No speaker | discourse between Dante and his<|quote|>“sweet teacher,”</|quote|>while his cigarette burned itself | of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his<|quote|>“sweet teacher,”</|quote|>while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long | and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his<|quote|>“sweet teacher,”</|quo... | coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, inde... | figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea ... | and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his elbow. He was, I had discovered, parsimonious about small expenditures—a trait absolutely inconsistent with his general character. Sometimes when he came he was silent and moody, and after a few sarcastic remarks went away again, to tramp the streets of Lincoln, whi... | only a summer’s wages in their pockets, hung on through the four years, shabby and underfed, and completed the course by really heroic self-sacrifice. Our instructors were oddly assorted; wandering pioneer school-teachers, stranded ministers of the Gospel, a few enthusiastic young men just out of graduate schools. Ther... | evening tramp, and I noticed that he was more likely to linger and become talkative if I had a comfortable chair for him to sit in, and if he found a bottle of Bénédictine and plenty of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his elbow. He was, I had discovered, parsimonious about small expenditures—a trait absolutely inco... | My Antonia |
while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long fingers. I can hear him now, speaking the lines of the poet Statius, who spoke for Dante: | No speaker | Dante and his “sweet teacher,”<|quote|>while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long fingers. I can hear him now, speaking the lines of the poet Statius, who spoke for Dante:</|quote|>“_I was famous on earth | “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,”<|quote|>while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long fingers. I can hear him now, speaking the lines of the poet Statius, who spoke for Dante:</|quote|>“_I was famous on earth with the name which endures | which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,”<|quote|>while his ci... | rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing... | the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at... | of the kind of cigarettes he liked, at his elbow. He was, I had discovered, parsimonious about small expenditures—a trait absolutely inconsistent with his general character. Sometimes when he came he was silent and moody, and after a few sarcastic remarks went away again, to tramp the streets of Lincoln, which were alm... | summer’s wages in their pockets, hung on through the four years, shabby and underfed, and completed the course by really heroic self-sacrifice. Our instructors were oddly assorted; wandering pioneer school-teachers, stranded ministers of the Gospel, a few enthusiastic young men just out of graduate schools. There was a... | few sarcastic remarks went away again, to tramp the streets of Lincoln, which were almost as quiet and oppressively domestic as those of Black Hawk. Again, he would sit until nearly midnight, talking about Latin and English poetry, or telling me about his long stay in Italy. I can give no idea of the peculiar charm and... | My Antonia |
Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very ac... | No speaker | nurse to me in poetry._”<|quote|>Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered up... | Æneid, mother to me and nurse to me in poetry._”<|quote|>Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and ... | spoke for Dante: “_I was famous on earth with the name which endures longest and honors most. The seeds of my ardor were the sparks from that divine flame whereby more than a thousand have kindled; I speak of the Æneid, mother to me and nurse to me in poetry._”<|quote|>Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, ... | us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,” while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long fingers. I can hear him now, speaking the lines of the poet Statius, who spoke for Dante: “... | the flowering marsh grasses, the changing lights on the silver, cloud-hung mountains. He had willfully stayed the short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until “the bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn... | English poetry, or telling me about his long stay in Italy. I can give no idea of the peculiar charm and vividness of his talk. In a crowd he was nearly always silent. Even for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but w... | personal life was as free as that of our instructors. There were no college dormitories; we lived where we could and as we could. I took rooms with an old couple, early settlers in Lincoln, who had married off their children and now lived quietly in their house at the edge of town, near the open country. The house was ... | in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the bird... | My Antonia |
“Optima dies … prima fugit.” | No speaker | are the first to flee.<|quote|>“Optima dies … prima fugit.”</|quote|>I turned back to the | of mortals, the best days are the first to flee.<|quote|>“Optima dies … prima fugit.”</|quote|>I turned back to the beginning of the third book, | and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee.<|quote|>“Optima dies … prima fugit... | the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in new heavens, and waking new desires in men. It reminded me, at any rate, to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which ... | year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone... | scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning towar... | telling me about his long stay in Italy. I can give no idea of the peculiar charm and vividness of his talk. In a crowd he was nearly always silent. Even for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interest... | divine flame whereby more than a thousand have kindled; I speak of the Æneid, mother to me and nurse to me in poetry._” Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitemen... | My Antonia |
I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. | No speaker | “Optima dies … prima fugit.”<|quote|>I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning.</|quote|>“Primus ego in patriam mecum | are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.”<|quote|>I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning.</|quote|>“Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for | me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.”<|quote|>I turned back to the beg... | texts, which is always appearing in new heavens, and waking new desires in men. It reminded me, at any rate, to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my ... | in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquo... | I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric bro... | stay in Italy. I can give no idea of the peculiar charm and vividness of his talk. In a crowd he was nearly always silent. Even for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I ... | led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,” while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long fingers. I can hear him now, speaking the lines of the poet Statius, who spoke for Dant... | My Antonia |
“Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” | No speaker | read in class that morning.<|quote|>“Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas”</|quote|>; “for I shall be | third book, which we had read in class that morning.<|quote|>“Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas”</|quote|>; “for I shall be the first, if I live, | of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning.<|quote|>“Primus ego in patriam mecum … dedu... | any rate, to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It open... | streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity o... | lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of... | a crowd he was nearly always silent. Even for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes th... | excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. ... | My Antonia |
; | No speaker | patriam mecum … deducam Musas”<|quote|>;</|quote|>“for I shall be the | that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas”<|quote|>;</|quote|>“for I shall be the first, if I live, to | opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas”<|quote|>;</|quote|>“for I shall be the first, if... | my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that... | streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a l... | excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. ... | for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk ... | in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that... | My Antonia |
“for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” | No speaker | mecum … deducam Musas” ;<|quote|>“for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.”</|quote|>Cleric had explained to us | morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ;<|quote|>“for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.”</|quote|>Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not | with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ;<|quote|>“for I shall be the first, if I live, to brin... | wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, i... | out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp susp... | was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood ... | his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes. When he was tired his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were... | away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up i... | My Antonia |
Cleric had explained to us that | No speaker | the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>Cleric had explained to us that</|quote|>“patria” here meant, not a | if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>Cleric had explained to us that</|quote|>“patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, | to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>Cleric had explained to us that</|quote|>“patria” here meant,... | the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima f... | indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin texts, w... | figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough... | lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical; but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication. How o... | indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric went through canto after canto of the “Commedia,” repeating the discourse between Dante and his “sweet teacher,” while his cigarette burned itself out unheeded between his long finger... | My Antonia |
“patria” | No speaker | had explained to us that<|quote|>“patria”</|quote|>here meant, not a nation | Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that<|quote|>“patria”</|quote|>here meant, not a nation or even a province, but | fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that<|quote|>“patria”</|quote|>here meant, not a nation or even a provin... | about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the begin... | prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in n... | was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I h... | when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication. How often I have seen him draw his dark brows togethe... | in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else, or how. II ONE March evening in my Sophomore year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yar... | My Antonia |
here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but... | No speaker | explained to us that “patria”<|quote|>here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not t... | into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria”<|quote|>here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her clo... | I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria”<|quote|>here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the littl... | me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning o... | where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in new heaven... | in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had f... | he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication. How often I have seen him draw his dark brows together, fi... | warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light thr... | My Antonia |
“country” | No speaker | but to his own little<|quote|>“country”</|quote|>; to his father’s fields, | the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little<|quote|>“country”</|quote|>; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river | on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little<|quote|>“country”</|quote|>; to his father’s fields, “slopin... | in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a b... | It reminded me, at any rate, to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s le... | new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so m... | or a figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the... | very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an a... | My Antonia |
; to his father’s fields, | No speaker | to his own little “country”<|quote|>; to his father’s fields,</|quote|>“sloping down to the river | capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country”<|quote|>; to his father’s fields,</|quote|>“sloping down to the river and to the old beech | the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country”<|quote|>; to his father’s fields,</|quote|>“sloping d... | class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boas... | reminded me, at any rate, to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesso... | appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much ... | a figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the se... | lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of... | My Antonia |
“sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” | No speaker | ; to his father’s fields,<|quote|>“sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.”</|quote|>Cleric said he thought Virgil, | to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields,<|quote|>“sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.”</|quote|>Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at | was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields,<|quote|>“sloping down to the river and to the old bee... | in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and ... | to shut my window and light my wick in answer. I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with th... | that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely s... | and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain. He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: th... | own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousn... | My Antonia |
Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind ... | No speaker | beech trees with broken tops.”<|quote|>Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than ... | river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.”<|quote|>Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should b... | devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.”<|quote|>Cleric said he thought Virgil, wh... | I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to ... | and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days ... | wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else, or how. II ... | He could bring the drama of antique life before one out of the shadows—white figures against blue backgrounds. I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the birds flying low o... | it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They ... | My Antonia |
“I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” | No speaker | thankfulness of a good man,<|quote|>“I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.”</|quote|>We left the classroom quietly, | said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man,<|quote|>“I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.”</|quote|>We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been | be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man,<|quote|>“I was the first to bring the Muse into my count... | trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him un... | be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (bu... | snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by si... | bride of old Tithonus” rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something le... | from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … pr... | My Antonia |
We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wonderin... | No speaker | the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on... | was the first to bring the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred th... | have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.”<|quote|>We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been bru... | was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utte... | my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian m... | made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin ... | mountains stood sharp in the dawn. It was there he caught the fever which held him back on the eve of his departure for Greece and of which he lay ill so long in Naples. He was still, indeed, doing penance for it. I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante’s veneration for Virgil. Cleric... | appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much ... | My Antonia |
“I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” | Lena | standing in the dark hall.<|quote|>“I expect you hardly know me, Jim.”</|quote|>The voice seemed familiar, but | opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall.<|quote|>“I expect you hardly know me, Jim.”</|quote|>The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her | particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall.<|quote|>“I expect you hardly know me, Jim.”</|quote|>The voice seemed fa... | by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about w... | had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as th... | the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the th... | name which endures longest and honors most. The seeds of my ardor were the sparks from that divine flame whereby more than a thousand have kindled; I speak of the Æneid, mother to me and nurse to me in poetry._” Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should neve... | the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in new heavens, and... | My Antonia |
The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-b... | No speaker | you hardly know me, Jim.”<|quote|>The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly,... | the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.”<|quote|>The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fi... | about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.”<|quote|>The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped... | though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was... | was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he ... | my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima dies … prima fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morni... | The seeds of my ardor were the sparks from that divine flame whereby more than a thousand have kindled; I speak of the Æneid, mother to me and nurse to me in poetry._” Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself fo... | Sophomore year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the su... | My Antonia |
“You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” | Lena | curiosity I remembered so well.<|quote|>“You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.”</|quote|>“But, Lena, when did you | about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well.<|quote|>“You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.”</|quote|>“But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve be... | figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well.<|quote|>“Y... | me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, w... | great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so of... | a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to... | the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I b... | emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals, the best days are the first to flee. “Optima d... | My Antonia |
“But, Lena, when did you come?” | Jim | made a real good start.”<|quote|>“But, Lena, when did you come?”</|quote|>“Oh, I’ve been here all | out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.”<|quote|>“But, Lena, when did you come?”</|quote|>“Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother | looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.”<|quote|>“But, Lena, when did you come?”</|quote|>“Oh, ... | on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about h... | me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The... | Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he h... | the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in s... | of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio wher... | My Antonia |
“Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” | Lena | Lena, when did you come?”<|quote|>“Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.”</|quote|>She laughed her mellow... | a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?”<|quote|>“Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.”</|quo... | curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?”<|quote|>“Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your g... | Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I reme... | particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did... | not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to le... | the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied... | back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing o... | My Antonia |
She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. | No speaker | be glad to see me.”<|quote|>She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which.</|quote|>“You seem the same, though,—except | did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.”<|quote|>She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which.</|quote|>“You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, | “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.”<|quote|>She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very ... | curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmoth... | “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothl... | had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as th... | within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else, or how. II ONE March evening in my Sophomore year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day,... | mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that ... | My Antonia |
“You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” | Lena | one never quite knew which.<|quote|>“You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?”</|quote|>“Maybe you’re prettier—though you were | very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which.<|quote|>“You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?”</|quote|>“Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s | lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which.<|quote|>“You seem the same, though,—except you’re a youn... | Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious yo... | stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her to... | canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I ... | alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else, or how. II ONE March evening in my Sophomore year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-b... | if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come ... | My Antonia |
“Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” | Jim | Do you think I’ve changed?”<|quote|>“Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.”</|quote|>“You like my new suit? | young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?”<|quote|>“Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.”</|quote|>“You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty | I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?”<|quote|>“Maybe you’re prettier—though yo... | O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to se... | city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcert... | his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had be... | II ONE March evening in my Sophomore year I was sitting alone in my room after supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge o... | have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat s... | My Antonia |
“You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” | Lena | clothes that make a difference.”<|quote|>“You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.”</|quote|>She took off her jacket | pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.”<|quote|>“You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.”</|quote|>She took off her jacket and sat more at ease | her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.”<|quot... | been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very co... | suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so ... | was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimat... | supper. There had been a warm thaw all day, with mushy yards and little streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a ... | This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with brok... | My Antonia |
She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. | No speaker | pretty well in my business.”<|quote|>She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money.</|quote|>“This summer I’m g... | suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.”<|quote|>She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money.</|quo... | quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.”<|quote|>She took off he... | looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re... | demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m i... | must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I ... | streams of dark water gurgling cheerfully into the streets out of old snow-banks. My window was open, and the earthy wind blowing through made me indolent. On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity o... | enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my... | My Antonia |
“This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” | Lena | had saved a little money.<|quote|>“This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to a... | was going well, and she had saved a little money.<|quote|>“This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have someth... | took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money.<|quote|>“This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve ta... | knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and s... | now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a s... | what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was d... | it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains—like the lamp engraved upon the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in new heavens, and waking new desires in men. It reminded me, at any rate, to shut my window and light my wick ... | with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, th... | My Antonia |
I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had... | No speaker | look forward to all winter.”<|quote|>I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so... | so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.”<|quote|>I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful th... | talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.”<|quote|>I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and... | blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at f... | studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?”... | disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes... | I did so regretfully, and the dim objects in the room emerged from the shadows and took their place about me with the helpfulness which custom breeds. I propped my book open and stared listlessly at the page of the Georgics where to-morrow’s lesson began. It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of m... | survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom qui... | My Antonia |
“You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” | Jim | herself to thank for it.<|quote|>“You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,”</|quote|>I said heartily. “Look at | she had no one but herself to thank for it.<|quote|>“You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,”</|quote|>I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a | run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it.<|quote|>“You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,”</|quote|>I sai... | to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to... | clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going wel... | without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the na... | fugit.” I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the littl... | far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standing in the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conven... | My Antonia |
I said heartily. | No speaker | feel proud of yourself, Lena,”<|quote|>I said heartily.</|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never | thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,”<|quote|>I said heartily.</|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I | the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,”<|quote|>I said heartily.</|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never earned... | old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chas... | my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This ... | her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You a... | of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio wher... | a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed... | My Antonia |
“Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” | Jim | yourself, Lena,” I said heartily.<|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.”</|quote|>“Tony says you’re going to | “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily.<|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.”</|quote|>“Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling | to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily.<|quote|>“Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t k... | it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round ... | I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m go... | and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable ... | book, which we had read in class that morning. “Primus ego in patriam mecum … deducam Musas” ; “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet wa... | Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious yo... | My Antonia |
“Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” | Lena | I’ll ever be able to.”<|quote|>“Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.”</|quote|>“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” | and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.”<|quote|>“Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.”</|quote|>“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for | that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.”<|quote|>“Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. ... | to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. C... | ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay u... | Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking sh... | “for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.” Cleric had explained to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring... | course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already a... | My Antonia |
“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” | Jim | bragging about you, you know.”<|quote|>“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”</|quote|>“She’s fine. She works for | Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.”<|quote|>“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”</|quote|>“She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel | thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.”<|quote|>“Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”</|quote|>“She’s fine... | she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said hea... | quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll ... | looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here al... | to us that “patria” here meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the... | on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about h... | My Antonia |
“She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked thi... | Lena | “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”<|quote|>“She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that M... | bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”<|quote|>“She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Littl... | feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?”<|quote|>“She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at ... | over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve ... | did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furnit... | naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your gra... | meant, not a nation or even a province, but the little rural neighborhood on the Mincio where the poet was born. This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble, that he might bring the Muse (but lately come to Italy from her cloudy Grecian mountains), not to the capital, the palatia Romana, but to h... | conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. Sh... | My Antonia |
“Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” | Jim | Harling kind of overlooked things.”<|quote|>“Is she still going with Larry Donovan?”</|quote|>“Oh, that’s on, worse than | fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.”<|quote|>“Is she still going with Larry Donovan?”</|quote|>“Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. | hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.”<|quote|>“Is she still going with Larry Don... | at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’... | Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and ... | your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite k... | to his own little “country” ; to his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed th... | not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on h... | My Antonia |
“Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” | Lena | still going with Larry Donovan?”<|quote|>“Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.”</|quote|>I said I did n’t | of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?”<|quote|>“Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.”... | is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?”<|quote|>“Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’... | and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see af... | furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to ... | about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except ... | his father’s fields, “sloping down to the river and to the old beech trees with broken tops.” Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with... | I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I f... | My Antonia |
I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. | No speaker | She’s so sort of innocent.”<|quote|>I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled.</|quote|>“Some of us could tell | hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.”<|quote|>I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled.</|quote|>“Some of us could tell her things, but it would | going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.”<|quote|>I said I did n’t like Larry, and nev... | housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, wo... | Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be ab... | or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my b... | Æneid unfinished, and had decreed that the great canvas, crowded with figures of gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to... | sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be a... | My Antonia |
“Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” | Lena | never would. Lena’s face dimpled.<|quote|>“Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.”</|quote|>“I think I’d better go | did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled.<|quote|>“Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.”</|quote|>“I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” | engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled.<|quote|>“Some of us could tell her things, but it wo... | after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was p... | wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day... | you’re a young man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, fl... | gods and men, should be burned rather than survive him unperfected, then his mind must have gone back to the perfect utterance of the Georgics, where the pen was fitted to the matter as the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse ... | to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “L... | My Antonia |
“I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” | Jim | won’t hear anything against them.”<|quote|>“I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,”</|quote|>I said. “I think you | she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.”<|quote|>“I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,”</|quote|>I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at | sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.”<|quote|>“I think I’d better go home and l... | “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, a... | at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’... | have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m goin... | the plough is to the furrow; and he must have said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what tha... | furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to ... | My Antonia |
I said. | No speaker | home and look after Ántonia,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I think you had.” Lena | “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in | and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“I think you... | worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could t... | know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everythi... | off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so... | said to himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat starin... | we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except you’re a young man, now, of course. Do y... | My Antonia |
“I think you had.” | Lena | look after Ántonia,” I said.<|quote|>“I think you had.”</|quote|>Lena looked up at me | I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said.<|quote|>“I think you had.”</|quote|>Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a | would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said.<|quote|>“I think you had.”</|quote|>Len... | ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her thi... | I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like sh... | jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I... | himself with the thankfulness of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my ... | changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had sl... | My Antonia |
Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. | No speaker | said. “I think you had.”<|quote|>Lena looked up at me in frank amusement.</|quote|>“It’s a good thing the | and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.”<|quote|>Lena looked up at me in frank amusement.</|quote|>“It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her | “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.”<|quote|>Lena looked up at me in frank amusement.... | engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t ... | to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has... | at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pa... | of a good man, “I was the first to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice ... | did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was eithe... | My Antonia |
“It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” | Lena | at me in frank amusement.<|quote|>“It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?”</|quote|>She leaned her elbows on | you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement.<|quote|>“It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?”</|quote|>She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my | it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement.<|quote|>“It’s a good thing the Harlings are fr... | president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. Tha... | than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it ... | flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her t... | to bring the Muse into my country.” We left the classroom quietly, conscious that we had been brushed by the wing of a great feeling, though perhaps I alone knew Cleric intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities o... | about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how... | My Antonia |
She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. | No speaker | people. What are you studying?”<|quote|>She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet.</|quote|>“So that’s Latin, is it? | have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?”<|quote|>She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet.</|quote|>“So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do | home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?”<|quote|>She leaned her elbows on the table... | I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I thin... | Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I g... | saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” ... | intimately enough to guess what that feeling was. In the evening, as I sat staring at my book, the fervor of his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got ... | she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?... | My Antonia |
“So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” | Lena | faint odor of violet sachet.<|quote|>“So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place wher... | toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet.<|quote|>“So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, ... | good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet.<|quote|>“So that’s Latin, is it? It looks ha... | n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her a... | in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because... | be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have it before she is too old to enjoy it. Next summer I’ll take her down new furniture and carpets, so she’ll have something to look forward to all winter.” I watched Lena sitting there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefo... | his voice stirred through the quantities on the page before me. I was wondering whether that particular rocky strip of New England coast about which he had so often told me was Cleric’s patria. Before I had got far with my reading I was disturbed by a knock. I hurried to the door and when I opened it saw a woman standi... | had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “S... | My Antonia |
“Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” | Jim | place where there are theaters.”<|quote|>“Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?”</|quote|>“Would you like to? I’d | me, to live in a place where there are theaters.”<|quote|>“Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?”</|quote|>“Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m | theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.”<|quote|>“Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me ... | They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you ju... | be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything aga... | run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look... | the dark hall. “I expect you hardly know me, Jim.” The voice seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her... | to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works fo... | My Antonia |
“Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” | Lena | see you, are n’t you?”<|quote|>“Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,”</|quote|>—she began to put on | to let me come to see you, are n’t you?”<|quote|>“Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,”</|quote|>—she began to put on her whit... | home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?”<|quote|>“Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’cloc... | on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a s... | Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Len... | round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going ... | until she stepped into the light of my doorway and I beheld—Lena Lingard! She was so quietly conventionalized by city clothes that I might have passed her on the street without seeing her. Her black suit fitted her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her yellow hair. I ... | innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántoni... | My Antonia |
—she began to put on her white gloves,— | No speaker | cook one for you. Well,”<|quote|>—she began to put on her white gloves,—</|quote|>“it’s been awful good to | and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,”<|quote|>—she began to put on her white gloves,—</|quote|>“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need | n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,”<|quote|>—she began to put on her white gloves,—</|quote|>“it’s been awful goo... | stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’cloc... | look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book... | and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see af... | sat demurely on her yellow hair. I led her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I... | they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it wo... | My Antonia |
“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” | Lena | put on her white gloves,—<|quote|>“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.”</|quote|>“You need n’t hurry, need | you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,—<|quote|>“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.”</|quote|>“You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me | ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,—<|quote|>“it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.”</|quote|>“You need n’t hur... | one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half... | had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of viol... | able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. Sh... | her toward Cleric’s chair, the only comfortable one I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dre... | if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with... | My Antonia |
“You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” | Jim | good to see you, Jim.”<|quote|>“You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.”</|quote|>“We can talk when you | white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.”<|quote|>“You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.”</|quote|>“We can talk when you come to see me. I | o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.”<|quote|>“You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.”<... | like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, b... | amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? ... | richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s m... | I had, questioning her confusedly. She was not disconcerted by my embarrassment. She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street.... | there so smooth and sunny and well cared-for, and thought of how she used to run barefoot over the prairie until after the snow began to fly, and how Crazy Mary chased her round and round the cornfields. It seemed to me wonderful that she should have got on so well in the world. Certainly she had no one but herself to ... | My Antonia |
“We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” | Lena | hardly told me anything yet.”<|quote|>“We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!”</|... | n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.”<|quote|>“We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surpris... | board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.”<|quote|>“We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t of... | where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be... | Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen... | know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for Mrs. Gardener at the hotel now. She’s housekeeper. Mrs. Gardener’s health is n’t what it was, and she can’t see after everything like she used to. She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mr... | She looked about her with the naïve curiosity I remembered so well. “You are quite comfortable here, are n’t you? I live in Lincoln now, too, Jim. I’m in business for myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I’ve made a real good start.” “But, Lena, when did you come?” “Oh, I’ve been her... | thank for it. “You must feel proud of yourself, Lena,” I said heartily. “Look at me; I’ve never earned a dollar, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to.” “Tony says you’re going to be richer than Mr. Harling some day. She’s always bragging about you, you know.” “Tell me, how _is_ Tony?” “She’s fine. She works for M... | My Antonia |
Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. | No speaker | surprised Mrs. Burden would be!”<|quote|>Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head.</|quote|>“No, I don’t want you | come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!”<|quote|>Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head.</|quote|>“No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m | to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!”<|quote|>Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat s... | I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downs... | though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t yo... | of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s... | come?” “Oh, I’ve been here all winter. Did n’t your grandmother ever write you? I’ve thought about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very a... | worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could t... | My Antonia |
“No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” | Lena | hat she shook her head.<|quote|>“No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!... | When I caught up my hat she shook her head.<|quote|>“No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one wi... | n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head.<|quote|>“No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at th... | —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from ... | stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’cloc... | “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “So... | about looking you up lots of times. But we’ve all heard what a studious young man you’ve got to be, and I felt bashful. I did n’t know whether you’d be glad to see me.” She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which. “You seem the same, though,—except ... | so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look a... | My Antonia |
Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. | No speaker | will run off with you!”<|quote|>Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door.</|quote|>“Come and see me sometimes | always so afraid some one will run off with you!”<|quote|>Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door.</|quote|>“Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe | some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!”<|quote|>Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed ... | I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to se... | never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me an... | could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing ... | man, now, of course. Do you think I’ve changed?” “Maybe you’re prettier—though you were always pretty enough. Perhaps it’s your clothes that make a difference.” “You like my new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She ... | was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won... | My Antonia |
“Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” | Lena | with her to the door.<|quote|>“Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?”</|quote|>She turned her soft cheek | buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door.<|quote|>“Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?”</|quote|>She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she | tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door.<|quote|>“Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe... | When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run o... | and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let ... | anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studyi... | new suit? I have to dress pretty well in my business.” She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This sum... | him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always ... | My Antonia |
She turned her soft cheek to me. | No speaker | friends you want. Have you?”<|quote|>She turned her soft cheek to me.</|quote|>“Have you?” she whispered teasingly | maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?”<|quote|>She turned her soft cheek to me.</|quote|>“Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a | off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?”<|quote|>She turned her soft cheek to me.</|quote|>“Hav... | I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoot... | been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmot... | Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sac... | at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pa... | was never a girl to be soft. She won’t hear a word against him. She’s so sort of innocent.” I said I did n’t like Larry, and never would. Lena’s face dimpled. “Some of us could tell her things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won... | My Antonia |
“Have you?” | Lena | her soft cheek to me.<|quote|>“Have you?”</|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my | want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me.<|quote|>“Have you?”</|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I | sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me.<|quote|>“Have you?”</|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my... | drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and but... | “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surpr... | amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? ... | soft, flimsy silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want... | board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have... | My Antonia |
she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a ... | No speaker | cheek to me. “Have you?”<|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and u... | you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?”<|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh a... | the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?”<|quote|>she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I wa... | would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly.... | n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. ... | a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. Yo... | silk. She was already at home in my place, had slipped quietly into it, as she did into everything. She told me her business was going well, and she had saved a little money. “This summer I’m going to build the house for mother I’ve talked about so long. I won’t be able to pay up on it at first, but I want her to have ... | town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past f... | My Antonia |
“Rip Van Winkle,” | No speaker | to see Joseph Jefferson in<|quote|>“Rip Van Winkle,”</|quote|>and to a war play | spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in<|quote|>“Rip Van Winkle,”</|quote|>and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible | the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in<|quote|>“Rip Van Winkle,”</|quote|>and to... | might suddenly vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln ... | laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between g... | your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room... | She has great confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody... | stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all ... | My Antonia |
and to a war play called | No speaker | Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,”<|quote|>and to a war play called</|quote|>“Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about | with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,”<|quote|>and to a war play called</|quote|>“Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; | Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,”<|quote|>and to a war play called</|quote|>... | As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the th... | was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those ... | and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could writ... | confidence in Tony. Tony’s made it up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about ... | right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you wa... | My Antonia |
“Shenandoah.” | No speaker | to a war play called<|quote|>“Shenandoah.”</|quote|>She was inflexible about paying | in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called<|quote|>“Shenandoah.”</|quote|>She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said | IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called<|quote|>“Shenandoah.”</|quote|>She was inflexibl... | book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came... | appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If t... | come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell ... | up with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to... | she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one ... | My Antonia |
She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. S... | No speaker | a war play called “Shenandoah.”<|quote|>She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with so... | “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.”<|quote|>She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to... | Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.”<|quote|>She was inflexible about payi... | at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late... | a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls... | and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I caught up my hat she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her h... | with the Harlings, too. Little Nina is so fond of her that Mrs. Harling kind of overlooked things.” “Is she still going with Larry Donovan?” “Oh, that’s on, worse than ever! I guess they’re engaged. Tony talks about him like he was president of the railroad. Everybody laughs about it, because she was never a girl to be... | “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me come up very much. I told her I was from your home town, and had promised your grandmother to come and see you. How surprised Mrs. Burden would be!” Lena laughed softly as she rose. When I... | My Antonia |
“Robin Hood” | No speaker | me. She sat entranced through<|quote|>“Robin Hood”</|quote|>and hung upon the lips | more to her than to me. She sat entranced through<|quote|>“Robin Hood”</|quote|>and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, | and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through<|quote|>“Robin Hood”</|quote|>and h... | “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival... | might suddenly vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln ... | silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a m... | things, but it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings ar... | for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the du... | My Antonia |
and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, | No speaker | sat entranced through “Robin Hood”<|quote|>and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang,</|quote|>“Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the | her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood”<|quote|>and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang,</|quote|>“Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, the billboards, | was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood”<|quote|>and hung upon the lips of the... | Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings... | vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part o... | into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watch... | it would n’t do any good. She’d always believe him. That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly w... | I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to put on her white gloves,— “it’s been awful good to see you, Jim.” “You need n’t hurry, need you? You’ve hardly told me anything yet.” “We can talk when you come to see me. I expect you don’t often have lady visitors. The old woman downstairs did n’t want to let me c... | My Antonia |
“Oh, Promise Me!” | No speaker | of the contralto who sang,<|quote|>“Oh, Promise Me!”</|quote|>Toward the end of April, | and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang,<|quote|>“Oh, Promise Me!”</|quote|>Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched | some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang,<|quote|>“Oh, Promise Me!”</|quote|>Towar... | inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She hande... | my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when th... | her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I tu... | That’s Ántonia’s failing, you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so ... | for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the du... | My Antonia |
Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name | No speaker | who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!”<|quote|>Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name</|quote|>“Camille.... | the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!”<|quote|>Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and t... | was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!”<|quote|>Toward the end of April, th... | for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to t... | about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an actual experience. It floated before me on the page like a picture, and underneath it stood the mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good compan... | buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my ... | you know; if she once likes people, she won’t hear anything against them.” “I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” I said. “I think you had.” Lena looked up at me in frank amusement. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have infl... | her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all... | My Antonia |
“Camille.” | No speaker | often heard, and the name<|quote|>“Camille.”</|quote|>I called at the Raleigh | actress of whom I had often heard, and the name<|quote|>“Camille.”</|quote|>I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday | “Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name<|quote|>“Camille.”</|quote|>I called... | some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of Apri... | best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat;... | I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I clo... | again. Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’... | mournful line: Optima dies … prima fugit. III IN Lincoln the best part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “S... | My Antonia |
I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the | No speaker | heard, and the name “Camille.”<|quote|>I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the</... | of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.”<|quote|>I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programm... | Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.”<|quote|>I called at the Raleig... | one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, th... | part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said... | watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I close... | Larry’s afraid of them. They ship so much grain, they have influence with the railroad people. What are you studying?” She leaned her elbows on the table and drew my book toward her. I caught a faint odor of violet sachet. “So that’s Latin, is it? It looks hard. You do go to the theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen... | If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for the first time. This revelation seemed to me inestimably precious. I clung to it as if it might suddenly vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short ... | My Antonia |
“incidental music” | No speaker | the programme, saying that the<|quote|>“incidental music”</|quote|>would be from the opera | There was a note on the programme, saying that the<|quote|>“incidental music”</|quote|>would be from the opera “Traviata,” which was made from | Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the<|quote|>“incidental music”</|quote|>would be from the op... | end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.” I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday eve... | own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actor... | closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry... | theater sometimes, though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to ... | person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my ear. In a moment I watched her fade down the dusky stairway. When I turned... | My Antonia |
would be from the opera | No speaker | saying that the “incidental music”<|quote|>would be from the opera</|quote|>“Traviata,” which was made from | a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music”<|quote|>would be from the opera</|quote|>“Traviata,” which was made from the same story as the | for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music”<|quote|>would be from the opera</|quote|>“Traviata,... | April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.” I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, a... | said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a k... | eyes I could hear them all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I unders... | though, for I’ve seen you there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t yo... | with me. I’m to meet some Swedes at the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for h... | My Antonia |
“Traviata,” | No speaker | would be from the opera<|quote|>“Traviata,”</|quote|>which was made from the | saying that the “incidental music” would be from the opera<|quote|>“Traviata,”</|quote|>which was made from the same story as the play. | and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music” would be from the opera<|quote|>“Traviata,”</|quote|>which was made from the same... | watched anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.” I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theate... | now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resigna... | all laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for ... | there. Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’... | the drug-store. You would n’t care for them. I wanted to see your room so I could write Tony all about it, but I must tell her how I left you right here with your books. She’s always so afraid some one will run off with you!” Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and... | My Antonia |
which was made from the same story as the play. We had neither of us read the play, and we did not know what it was about—though I seemed to remember having heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone. | No speaker | be from the opera “Traviata,”<|quote|>which was made from the same story as the play. We had neither of us read the play, and we did not know what it was about—though I seemed to remember having heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone.</|quote|>“The Count of Monte Cristo,” | that the “incidental music” would be from the opera “Traviata,”<|quote|>which was made from the same story as the play. We had neither of us read the play, and we did not know what it was about—though I seemed to remember having heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone.</|quote|>“The Count of Monte Cristo,” ... | we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music” would be from the opera “Traviata,”<|quote|>which was made from the same story as the... | anxiously in those days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters: the name of an actress of whom I had often heard, and the name “Camille.” I called at the Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The w... | and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his money on her. I liked to watch a play with Lena; everything was wonderful to her, and everything was true. It was like going to revival meetings with some one who was always being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation.... | laughing—the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relation between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for the ... | Don’t you just love a good play, Jim? I can’t stay at home in the evening if there’s one in town. I’d be willing to work like a slave, it seems to me, to live in a place where there are theaters.” “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ev... | stairway. When I turned back to my room the place seemed much pleasanter than before. Lena had left something warm and friendly in the lamplight. How I loved to hear her laugh again! It was so soft and unexcited and appreciative—gave a favorable interpretation to everything. When I closed my eyes I could hear them all ... | My Antonia |
“The Count of Monte Cristo,” | No speaker | in which great actresses shone.<|quote|>“The Count of Monte Cristo,”</|quote|>which I had seen James | heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone.<|quote|>“The Count of Monte Cristo,”</|quote|>which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was | “incidental music” would be from the opera “Traviata,” which was made from the same story as the play. We had neither of us read the play, and we did not know what it was about—though I seemed to remember having heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone.<|quote|>“The Count of Monte Cristo,”</|quote|>which I h... | Raleigh Block for Lena on Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music” would be from the opera “Traviata,” w... | being converted. She handed her feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, the billboards, which... | girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for the first time. This revelation seemed to me inestimably precious. I clung to it as if it might suddenly vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to m... | “Let’s go to a show together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. ... | slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly. I walked with her to the door. “Come and see me sometimes when you’re lonesome. But maybe you have all the friends you want. Have you?” She turned her soft cheek to me. “Have you?” she whispered teasingly in my... | My Antonia |
which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was by the only Alexandre Dumas I knew. This play, I saw, was by his son, and I expected a family resemblance. A couple of jack-rabbits, run in off the prairie, could not have been more innocent of what awaited them than were Lena and I. Our excitement began with the ri... | No speaker | “The Count of Monte Cristo,”<|quote|>which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was by the only Alexandre Dumas I knew. This play, I saw, was by his son, and I expected a family resemblance. A couple of jack-rabbits, run in off the prairie, could not have been more innocent of what awaited them than were Lena and... | in which great actresses shone. “The Count of Monte Cristo,”<|quote|>which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was by the only Alexandre Dumas I knew. This play, I saw, was by his son, and I expected a family resemblance. A couple of jack-rabbits, run in off the prairie, could not have been more innocent of what... | the opera “Traviata,” which was made from the same story as the play. We had neither of us read the play, and we did not know what it was about—though I seemed to remember having heard it was a piece in which great actresses shone. “The Count of Monte Cristo,”<|quote|>which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, wa... | Saturday evening, and we walked down to the theater. The weather was warm and sultry and put us both in a holiday humor. We arrived early, because Lena liked to watch the people come in. There was a note on the programme, saying that the “incidental music” would be from the opera “Traviata,” which was made from the sam... | feelings over to the actors with a kind of fatalistic resignation. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of the contralto who sang, “Oh, Promise Me!” Toward the end of April, the billboards, which I watched anxiously in those da... | world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for the first time. This revelation seemed to me inestimably precious. I clung to it as if it might suddenly vanish. As I sat down to my book at last, my old dream about Lena coming across the harvest field in her short skirt seemed to me like the memory of an... | together sometime. You are going to let me come to see you, are n’t you?” “Would you like to? I’d be ever so pleased. I’m never busy after six o’clock, and I let my sewing girls go at half-past five. I board, to save time, but sometimes I cook a chop for myself, and I’d be glad to cook one for you. Well,” —she began to... | off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago. That spring Lena went with me to see Joseph Jefferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” and to a war play called “Shenandoah.” She was inflexible about paying for her own seat; said she was in business now, and she would n’t have a schoolboy spending his... | My Antonia |
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