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“star” | No speaker | York company, and afterward a<|quote|>“star”</|quote|>under his direction. She was | member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a<|quote|>“star”</|quote|>under his direction. She was a woman who could not | I missed some of the phrases they flashed at each other, I was in misery. I strained my ears and eyes to catch every exclamation. The actress who played Marguerite was even then old-fashioned, though historic. She had been a member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a<|quote|>“star”</|quote|>under his dir... | open to one the brilliant world in which they lived; every sentence made one older and wiser, every pleasantry enlarged one’s horizon. One could experience excess and satiety without the inconvenience of learning what to do with one’s hands in a drawing-room! When the characters all spoke at once and I missed some of t... | makes me hungry now; the sight of it then, when I had only a students’ boarding-house dinner behind me, was delicate torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, an... | 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,” which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was by the only Alexandre Dumas I knew. Th... | 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 first time. This rev... | 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 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 pi... | My Antonia |
under his direction. She was a woman who could not be taught, it is said, though she had a crude natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard and stiff. She moved with difficulty—I ... | No speaker | company, and afterward a “star”<|quote|>under his direction. She was a woman who could not be taught, it is said, though she had a crude natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard... | of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a “star”<|quote|>under his direction. She was a woman who could not be taught, it is said, though she had a crude natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and... | missed some of the phrases they flashed at each other, I was in misery. I strained my ears and eyes to catch every exclamation. The actress who played Marguerite was even then old-fashioned, though historic. She had been a member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a “star”<|quote|>under his direction. She... | to one the brilliant world in which they lived; every sentence made one older and wiser, every pleasantry enlarged one’s horizon. One could experience excess and satiety without the inconvenience of learning what to do with one’s hands in a drawing-room! When the characters all spoke at once and I missed some of the ph... | me hungry now; the sight of it then, when I had only a students’ boarding-house dinner behind me, was delicate torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the ... | 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,” which I had seen James O’Neill play that winter, was by the only Alexandre Dumas I knew. This pl... | 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 first time. This revelation ... | great actresses shone. “The Count of Monte Cristo,” 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 tha... | My Antonia |
“Traviata” | No speaker | the orchestra in the old<|quote|>“Traviata”</|quote|>duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained | man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old<|quote|>“Traviata”</|quote|>duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the | while Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old<|quote|>“Traviata”</|quote|>... | the footlights and help the slim-waisted Armand in the frilled shirt to convince her that there was still loyalty and devotion in the world. Her sudden illness, when the gayety was at its height, her pallor, the handkerchief she crushed against her lips, the cough she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept play... | crude natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard and stiff. She moved with difficulty—I think she was lame—I seem to remember some story about a malady of the spine. Her Armand wa... | delicate torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beautiful women and dashing young men, laughing and talking ... | 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. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and ... | once and I missed some of the phrases they flashed at each other, I was in misery. I strained my ears and eyes to catch every exclamation. The actress who played Marguerite was even then old-fashioned, though historic. She had been a member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a “star” under his direction. ... | My Antonia |
duet, | No speaker | orchestra in the old “Traviata”<|quote|>duet,</|quote|>“misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her | pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata”<|quote|>duet,</|quote|>“misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain | Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata”<|quote|>duet,</|quote|>... | footlights and help the slim-waisted Armand in the frilled shirt to convince her that there was still loyalty and devotion in the world. Her sudden illness, when the gayety was at its height, her pallor, the handkerchief she crushed against her lips, the cough she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing ... | natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard and stiff. She moved with difficulty—I think she was lame—I seem to remember some story about a malady of the spine. Her Armand was disp... | torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beautiful women and dashing young men, laughing and talking together.... | 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. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon ... | one’s horizon. One could experience excess and satiety without the inconvenience of learning what to do with one’s hands in a drawing-room! When the characters all spoke at once and I missed some of the phrases they flashed at each other, I was in misery. I strained my ears and eyes to catch every exclamation. The actr... | My Antonia |
“misterioso, misterioso!” | No speaker | in the old “Traviata” duet,<|quote|>“misterioso, misterioso!”</|quote|>—she maintained her bitter skepticism, | with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet,<|quote|>“misterioso, misterioso!”</|quote|>—she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on | kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet,<|quote|>“misterioso, mis... | and help the slim-waisted Armand in the frilled shirt to convince her that there was still loyalty and devotion in the world. Her sudden illness, when the gayety was at its height, her pallor, the handkerchief she crushed against her lips, the cough she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing the piano l... | force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard and stiff. She moved with difficulty—I think she was lame—I seem to remember some story about a malady of the spine. Her Armand was disproportio... | I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beautiful women and dashing young men, laughing and talking together. The men ... | 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. Accessories of costume and scene meant much more to her than to me. She sat entranced through “Robin Hood” and hung upon the... | 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 rise of the curtain, when the moody Var... | My Antonia |
—she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the | No speaker | old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!”<|quote|>—she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the</|quote|>“Traviata” music, so j... | by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!”<|quote|>—she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the</|quote... | the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!”<|quote|>—sh... | the slim-waisted Armand in the frilled shirt to convince her that there was still loyalty and devotion in the world. Her sudden illness, when the gayety was at its height, her pallor, the handkerchief she crushed against her lips, the cough she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it... | carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. She was already old, with a ravaged countenance and a physique curiously hard and stiff. She moved with difficulty—I think she was lame—I seem to remember some story about a malady of the spine. Her Armand was disproportionately young... | to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beautiful women and dashing young men, laughing and talking together. The men were dr... | 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 “Robin Hood” and hung upon the lips of ... | eyes to catch every exclamation. The actress who played Marguerite was even then old-fashioned, though historic. She had been a member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a “star” under his direction. She was a woman who could not be taught, it is said, though she had a crude natural force which carried wi... | My Antonia |
“Traviata” | No speaker | kept sawing away at the<|quote|>“Traviata”</|quote|>music, so joyous and sad, | time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the<|quote|>“Traviata”</|quote|>music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so | the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the<|quote|>“Traviata”... | she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the... | about a malady of the spine. Her Armand was disproportionately young and slight, a handsome youth, perplexed in the extreme. But what did it matter? I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of ple... | dashing young men, laughing and talking together. The men were dressed more or less after the period in which the play was written; the women were not. I saw no inconsistency. Their talk seemed to open to one the brilliant world in which they lived; every sentence made one older and wiser, every pleasantry enlarged one... | 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 days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic let... | then old-fashioned, though historic. She had been a member of Daly’s famous New York company, and afterward a “star” under his direction. She was a woman who could not be taught, it is said, though she had a crude natural force which carried with people whose feelings were accessible and whose taste was not squeamish. ... | My Antonia |
music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had not brought some Lincoln girl who would talk during the waits ... | No speaker | sawing away at the “Traviata”<|quote|>music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had not brought some Lincoln... | to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata”<|quote|>music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that ... | orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata”<|quote|>mus... | smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which followed. How far was I from questioning her unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old... | a malady of the spine. Her Armand was disproportionately young and slight, a handsome youth, perplexed in the extreme. But what did it matter? I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure.... | young men, laughing and talking together. The men were dressed more or less after the period in which the play was written; the women were not. I saw no inconsistency. Their talk seemed to open to one the brilliant world in which they lived; every sentence made one older and wiser, every pleasantry enlarged one’s horiz... | 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 days, bloomed out one morning with gleaming white posters on which two names were impressively printed in blue Gothic letters... | been more innocent of what awaited them than were Lena and I. Our excitement began with the rise of the curtain, when the moody Varville, seated before the fire, interrogated Nanine. Decidedly, there was a new tang about this dialogue. I had never heard in the theater lines that were alive, that presupposed and took fo... | My Antonia |
“Ar-r-r-mond!” | No speaker | voice was heavy and deep:<|quote|>“Ar-r-r-mond!”</|quote|>she would begin, as if | was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep:<|quote|>“Ar-r-r-mond!”</|quote|>she would begin, as if she were summoning him to | with her. Her conception of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep:<|quote|>“Ar-r-r-mond!”</|quote|>she would be... | of that chapter of idyllic love, dreading the return of the young man whose ineffable happiness was only to be the measure of his fall. I suppose no woman could have been further in person, voice, and temperament from Dumas’ appealing heroine than the veteran actress who first acquainted me with her. Her conception of ... | so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had not brought some Lincoln girl who would talk during the waits about t... | malady of the spine. Her Armand was disproportionately young and slight, a handsome youth, perplexed in the extreme. But what did it matter? I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure. I... | 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 rise of the curtain, when the moody Varville, seated before the fire, interrogated Nanine. Decidedly, there was a ... | to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata” music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had no... | My Antonia |
she would begin, as if she were summoning him to the bar of Judgment. But the lines were enough. She had only to utter them. They created the character in spite of her. The heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s s... | No speaker | was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!”<|quote|>she would begin, as if she were summoning him to the bar of Judgment. But the lines were enough. She had only to utter them. They created the character in spite of her. The heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as ... | far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!”<|quote|>she would begin, as if she were summoning him to the bar of Judgment. But the lines were enough. She had only to utter them. They created the character in spite of her. The heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so gli... | her. Her conception of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!”<|quote|>she would begin, as if she... | that chapter of idyllic love, dreading the return of the young man whose ineffable happiness was only to be the measure of his fall. I suppose no woman could have been further in person, voice, and temperament from Dumas’ appealing heroine than the veteran actress who first acquainted me with her. Her conception of the... | joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had not brought some Lincoln girl who would talk during the waits about the ... | of the spine. Her Armand was disproportionately young and slight, a handsome youth, perplexed in the extreme. But what did it matter? I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure. I wanted... | 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 rise of the curtain, when the moody Varville, seated before the fire, interrogated Nanine. Decidedly, there was a new... | devotion in the world. Her sudden illness, when the gayety was at its height, her pallor, the handkerchief she crushed against her lips, the cough she smothered under the laughter while Gaston kept playing the piano lightly—it all wrung my heart. But not so much as her cynicism in the long dialogue with her lover which... | My Antonia |
“Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!” | No speaker | Armand, with the terrible words,<|quote|>“Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!”</|quote|>flung the gold and bank-notes | it was with her. When Armand, with the terrible words,<|quote|>“Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!”</|quote|>flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena | After all the others had gathered round the card tables, and young Duval had been warned by Prudence, Marguerite descended the staircase with Varville; such a cloak, such a fan, such jewels—and her face! One knew at a glance how it was with her. When Armand, with the terrible words,<|quote|>“Look, all of you, I owe thi... | so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a staircase down which the guests made their entrance. After all the others had ... | actress who first acquainted me with her. Her conception of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond... | with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away a... | only a students’ boarding-house dinner behind me, was delicate torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beauti... | no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata” music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After the second act I left Lena in tearful contemplation of the ceiling, and went out into the lobby to smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that ... | My Antonia |
flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung t... | No speaker | I owe this woman nothing!”<|quote|>flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine te... | words, “Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!”<|quote|>flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made... | tables, and young Duval had been warned by Prudence, Marguerite descended the staircase with Varville; such a cloak, such a fan, such jewels—and her face! One knew at a glance how it was with her. When Armand, with the terrible words, “Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!”<|quote|>flung the gold and bank-notes a... | it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a staircase down which the guests made their entrance. After all the others had gathered round the card tables, and young Duval ... | of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!” she would begin, as if she were summoning him to the b... | duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata” music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-a... | torment. I seem to remember gilded chairs and tables (arranged hurriedly by footmen in white gloves and stockings), linen of dazzling whiteness, glittering glass, silver dishes, a great bowl of fruit, and the reddest of roses. The room was invaded by beautiful women and dashing young men, laughing and talking together.... | power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure. I wanted to cross the footlights and help the slim-waisted Armand in the frilled shirt to convince her that there was still loyalty and devotion in the world. Her sudden... | My Antonia |
“the young married set.” | No speaker | clothes for the women of<|quote|>“the young married set.”</|quote|>She evidently had great natural | and she was already making clothes for the women of<|quote|>“the young married set.”</|quote|>She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She | puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of<|quote|>“the young married set.”</|q... | to wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the pu... | and the blossoms together, blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness. I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long ye... | with her. When Armand, with the terrible words, “Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!” flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twis... | unbelief! While the charmingly sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts w... | had gathered round the card tables, and young Duval had been warned by Prudence, Marguerite descended the staircase with Varville; such a cloak, such a fan, such jewels—and her face! One knew at a glance how it was with her. When Armand, with the terrible words, “Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!” flung the g... | My Antonia |
She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, | No speaker | of “the young married set.”<|quote|>She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said,</|quote|>“what people looked well in.” | making clothes for the women of “the young married set.”<|quote|>She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said,</|quote|>“what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring | so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.”<|quote|>She evidently had great... | the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assert... | blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness. I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, ... | with the terrible words, “Look, all of you, I owe this woman nothing!” flung the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could... | sincere young man pleaded with her—accompanied by the orchestra in the old “Traviata” duet, “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The or... | the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!” she would begin, as if she were summoning him to the bar of Judgment. But the lines were enough. She had only to utter them. They created the character ... | My Antonia |
“what people looked well in.” | Lena | She knew, as she said,<|quote|>“what people looked well in.”</|quote|>She never tired of poring | natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said,<|quote|>“what people looked well in.”</|quote|>She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in | business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said,<|quote|>“what people looked well in.”... | on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no int... | puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circ... | the gold and bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung to that ... | “misterioso, misterioso!” —she maintained her bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata” music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, s... | leaving her, I walked slowly out into the country part of the town where I lived. The lilacs were all blooming in the yards, and the smell of them after the rain, of the new leaves and the blossoms together, blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness. I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mo... | My Antonia |
She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years when Lena literally had n’t enough clothes to cover herself might have someth... | No speaker | “what people looked well in.”<|quote|>She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years when Lena literally had n’t enough clot... | She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.”<|quote|>She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years when Lena litera... | Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.”<|quote|>She never tired of poring... | sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except ... | trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circumstances can frustrate. Where... | the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung to that good fellow! The New Year’s... | bitter skepticism, and the curtain fell on her dancing recklessly with the others, after Armand had been sent away with his flower. Between the acts we had no time to forget. The orchestra kept sawing away at the “Traviata” music, so joyous and sad, so thin and far-away, so clap-trap and yet so heart-breaking. After th... | one clung to that good fellow! The New Year’s presents were not too much; nothing could be too much now. I wept unrestrainedly. Even the handkerchief in my breast-pocket, worn for elegance and not at all for use, was wet through by the time that moribund woman sank for the last time into the arms of her lover. When we ... | My Antonia |
and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman... | No speaker | said that Lena “had style,”<|quote|>and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her aw... | the human figure. Her clients said that Lena “had style,”<|quote|>and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering o... | on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years when Lena literally had n’t enough clothes to cover herself might have something to do with her untiring interest in dressing the human figure. Her clients said that Lena “had style,”<|quote|>and overlooked her h... | the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful... | where I used to wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had n... | the handkerchief in my breast-pocket, worn for elegance and not at all for use, was wet through by the time that moribund woman sank for the last time into the arms of her lover. When we reached the door of the theater, the streets were shining with rain. I had prudently brought along Mrs. Harling’s useful Commencement... | smoke. As I walked about there I congratulated myself that I had not brought some Lincoln girl who would talk during the waits about the Junior dances, or whether the cadets would camp at Plattsmouth. Lena was at least a woman, and I was a man. Through the scene between Marguerite and the elder Duval, Lena wept unceasi... | a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung to that good fellow! The New Year’s presents were not too much; nothing could be too much now. I wept unrestrainedly. Even the handkerchief in my breast-pocket, worn for elegance and not at a... | My Antonia |
“Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,” | Lena | with her than anybody else.”<|quote|>“Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,”</|quote|>Lena replied blandly. I thought | knew you could do more with her than anybody else.”<|quote|>“Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,”</|quote|>Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers | awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me, won’t you, Miss Lingard? You see, she’s really too young to come to an expensive dressmaker, but I knew you could do more with her than anybody else.”<|quote|>“Oh, that will be all right, ... | that Lena “had style,” and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgr... | already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire fi... | after the rain, of the new leaves and the blossoms together, blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness. I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached ... | have been further in person, voice, and temperament from Dumas’ appealing heroine than the veteran actress who first acquainted me with her. Her conception of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by re... | down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to s... | My Antonia |
Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the... | No speaker | to get a good effect,”<|quote|>Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over he... | Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,”<|quote|>Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with... | it under fifty for me, won’t you, Miss Lingard? You see, she’s really too young to come to an expensive dressmaker, but I knew you could do more with her than anybody else.” “Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,”<|quote|>Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her... | time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me... | for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years when Lena ... | sort of bitter sweetness. I tramped through the puddles and under the showery trees, mourning for Marguerite Gauthier as if she had died only yesterday, sighing with the spirit of 1840, which had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an ... | first acquainted me with her. Her conception of the character was as heavy and uncompromising as her diction; she bore hard on the idea and on the consonants. At all times she was highly tragic, devoured by remorse. Lightness of stress or behavior was far from her. Her voice was heavy and deep: “Ar-r-r-mond!” she would... | bank-notes at the half-swooning Marguerite, Lena cowered beside me and covered her face with her hands. The curtain rose on the bedroom scene. By this time there was n’t a nerve in me that had n’t been twisted. Nanine alone could have made me cry. I loved Nanine tenderly; and Gaston, how one clung to that good fellow! ... | My Antonia |
“Don’t let me go in,” | Lena | footsteps would hesitate and linger.<|quote|>“Don’t let me go in,”</|quote|>she would murmur. “Get me | passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger.<|quote|>“Don’t let me go in,”</|quote|>she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She | in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger.<|quote|>“Don’t let me go in,”</|quote|>she would mur... | “Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,” Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit an... | that Lena “had style,” and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgr... | the stiff little parlor where I used to wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She ... | in spite of her. The heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles... | that piece is put on, it is April. IV HOW well I remember the stiff little parlor where I used to wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my ... | My Antonia |
she would murmur. | No speaker | “Don’t let me go in,”<|quote|>she would murmur.</|quote|>“Get me by if you | footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,”<|quote|>she would murmur.</|quote|>“Get me by if you can.” She was very fond | a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,”<|quote|>she would murmur.</|quote|>“Get me by if you ... | right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,” Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, ... | overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman det... | I used to wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of... | heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a stair... | wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introducti... | My Antonia |
“Get me by if you can.” | Lena | go in,” she would murmur.<|quote|>“Get me by if you can.”</|quote|>She was very fond of | and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur.<|quote|>“Get me by if you can.”</|quote|>She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of | hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur.<|quote|>“Get me by if you can.”</|quote|>She was v... | I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,” Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smo... | inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door t... | wait for Lena: the hard horsehair furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push ... | Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a staircase down which the gu... | aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance. I could n’t help thinking that the years w... | My Antonia |
She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sunday breakfasts together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with... | No speaker | me by if you can.”<|quote|>She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sunday breakfasts together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that s... | in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.”<|quote|>She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sunday breakfasts together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after... | over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.”<|quote|>She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of gr... | a good effect,” Lena replied blandly. I thought her manner with her customers very good, and wondered where she had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking... | anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it un... | furniture, bought at some auction sale, the long mirror, the fashion-plates on the wall. If I sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get pe... | been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe’s salon for the fourth act. There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a staircase down which the guests made their entrance. After all the others... | was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great nat... | My Antonia |
“limb” | Lena | Nature, call a leg a<|quote|>“limb”</|quote|>or a house a “home.” | was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a<|quote|>“limb”</|quote|>or a house a “home.” We used to linger a | and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a<|quote|>“limb”</|quote|>o... | never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, an... | dog, and at first she was not at all pleased. She had spent too much of her life taking care of animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast I made him do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my ca... | downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “G... | had sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circumstances can frustrate. Wherever and whenever that piece is put on, it is April. IV HOW well I remember the stiff little parlor where I used to... | together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making e... | My Antonia |
or a house a | No speaker | call a leg a “limb”<|quote|>or a house a</|quote|>“home.” We used to linger | almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb”<|quote|>or a house a</|quote|>“home.” We used to linger a long while over our | the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb”<|quote|>or a house a</... | talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the ... | and at first she was not at all pleased. She had spent too much of her life taking care of animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast I made him do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my cadet c... | in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by i... | sighed so much, and which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circumstances can frustrate. Wherever and whenever that piece is put on, it is April. IV HOW well I remember the stiff little parlor where I used to wai... | jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sunday breakfasts together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room... | My Antonia |
“home.” | Lena | “limb” or a house a<|quote|>“home.”</|quote|>We used to linger a | Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a<|quote|>“home.”</|quote|>We used to linger a long while over our coffee | all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a<|quote|>“home.”</|quote|>We used to lin... | about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, near... | was not at all pleased. She had spent too much of her life taking care of animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast I made him do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my cadet cap on his head—I ... | and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She was... | which had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circumstances can frustrate. Wherever and whenever that piece is put on, it is April. IV HOW well I remember the stiff little parlor where I used to wait for Lena: the hard... | n’t enough clothes to cover herself might have something to do with her untiring interest in dressing the human figure. Her clients said that Lena “had style,” and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materi... | My Antonia |
We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look ... | No speaker | or a house a “home.”<|quote|>We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all throu... | call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.”<|quote|>We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I coul... | hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.”<|quote|>We used to linger a long wh... | her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all... | not at all pleased. She had spent too much of her life taking care of animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast I made him do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my cadet cap on his head—I had ... | a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She was ver... | had reached me only that night, across long years and several languages, through the person of an infirm old actress. The idea is one that no circumstances can frustrate. Wherever and whenever that piece is put on, it is April. IV HOW well I remember the stiff little parlor where I used to wait for Lena: the hard horse... | at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything... | My Antonia |
“There was never any harm in Ole,” | Lena | now no mystery to me.<|quote|>“There was never any harm in Ole,”</|quote|>she said once. “People need | her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me.<|quote|>“There was never any harm in Ole,”</|quote|>she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He | fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me.<|quote|>“There was never any harm in Ole,”</|quote|>she said once. “P... | could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.” We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like ... | to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions sh... | Sunday breakfasts together at Lena’s. At the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight p... | sat down even for a moment I was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except ... | as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sund... | My Antonia |
she said once. | No speaker | never any harm in Ole,”<|quote|>she said once.</|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled | mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,”<|quote|>she said once.</|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to | her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,”<|quote|>she said once.</|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled themsel... | Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.” We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so bl... | gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressma... | back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything on the table shin... | was sure to find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thoma... | animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast I made him do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my cadet cap on his head—I had to take military drill at the University—and give him a yard-measure t... | My Antonia |
“People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” | Lena | in Ole,” she said once.<|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.”</|quote|>“But was n’t he always | “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once.<|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.”</|quote|>“But was n’t he always glum?” I asked. “P... | a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once.<|quote|>“People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to ... | almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.” We used to linger a long while over our coffee in that sunny corner. Lena was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when the... | laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those... | long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything on the table shine and glitte... | find threads and bits of colored silk clinging to my clothes after I went away. Lena’s success puzzled me. She was so easy-going; had none of the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business. She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived ... | Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me, won’t you, Miss Lingard? You see, she’s really too young to come to an expensive dressmaker, but I knew you could do more with her than anybody else.” “Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Herron. I think we’ll manage to get a good effect,”... | My Antonia |
“But was n’t he always glum?” | Jim | with cattle all the time.”<|quote|>“But was n’t he always glum?”</|quote|>I asked. “People said he | company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.”<|quote|>“But was n’t he always glum?”</|quote|>I asked. “People said he never talked at all.” “Sure | me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.”<|quote|>“But was n’t he always glum?”</|quote|>I asked... | wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People nee... | all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation ... | walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything on the table shine and glitter and the flame of the alcohol lamp disappear altogether. Lena’s curly black water-spaniel, Prince, breakfasted with us. He sat beside her on the couch and behaved very well until the Polish violin-teacher across the hall began to practice, w... | to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over... | the back of her long work-room was a bay-window, large enough to hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything on the table ... | My Antonia |
I asked. | No speaker | was n’t he always glum?”<|quote|>I asked.</|quote|>“People said he never talked | cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?”<|quote|>I asked.</|quote|>“People said he never talked at all.” “Sure he talked, | in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?”<|quote|>I asked.</|quote|>“People said he never talked... | day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He ... | at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more div... | everything on the table shine and glitter and the flame of the alcohol lamp disappear altogether. Lena’s curly black water-spaniel, Prince, breakfasted with us. He sat beside her on the couch and behaved very well until the Polish violin-teacher across the hall began to practice, when Prince would growl and sniff the a... | no introductions except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the ... | hold a box-couch and a reading-table. We breakfasted in this recess, after drawing the curtains that shut out the long room, with cutting-tables and wire women and sheet-draped garments on the walls. The sunlight poured in, making everything on the table shine and glitter and the flame of the alcohol lamp disappear alt... | My Antonia |
“People said he never talked at all.” | Jim | he always glum?” I asked.<|quote|>“People said he never talked at all.”</|quote|>“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. | the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I asked.<|quote|>“People said he never talked at all.”</|quote|>“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on | she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I asked.<|quote|>“People said he never talked at all.”</|quote|... | her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just like... | Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting t... | the table shine and glitter and the flame of the alcohol lamp disappear altogether. Lena’s curly black water-spaniel, Prince, breakfasted with us. He sat beside her on the couch and behaved very well until the Polish violin-teacher across the hall began to practice, when Prince would growl and sniff the air with disgus... | except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would f... | would growl and sniff the air with disgust. Lena’s landlord, old Colonel Raleigh, had given her the dog, and at first she was not at all pleased. She had spent too much of her life taking care of animals to have much sentiment about them. But Prince was a knowing little beast, and she grew fond of him. After breakfast ... | My Antonia |
“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standi... | Lena | he never talked at all.”<|quote|>“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one ar... | glum?” I asked. “People said he never talked at all.”<|quote|>“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship an... | troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I asked. “People said he never talked at all.”<|quote|>“Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sa... | like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw... | very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature,... | flame of the alcohol lamp disappear altogether. Lena’s curly black water-spaniel, Prince, breakfasted with us. He sat beside her on the couch and behaved very well until the Polish violin-teacher across the hall began to practice, when Prince would growl and sniff the air with disgust. Lena’s landlord, old Colonel Rale... | who lived there, and she was already making clothes for the women of “the young married set.” She evidently had great natural aptitude for her work. She knew, as she said, “what people looked well in.” She never tired of poring over fashion books. Sometimes in the evening I would find her alone in her work-room, drapin... | had learned such self-possession. Sometimes after my morning classes were over, I used to encounter Lena downtown, in her velvet suit and a little black hat, with a veil tied smoothly over her face, looking as fresh as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we... | My Antonia |
I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. | No speaker | Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.”<|quote|>I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home.</|quote|>“You know,” Lena said confidentially, | and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.”<|quote|>I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home.</|quote|>“You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he | a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.”<|quote|>I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a p... | he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing bef... | the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side... | do his lessons; play dead dog, shake hands, stand up like a soldier. We used to put my cadet cap on his head—I had to take military drill at the University—and give him a yard-measure to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the peop... | human figure. Her clients said that Lena “had style,” and overlooked her habitual inaccuracies. She never, I discovered, finished anything by the time she had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety... | foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower of small-town proprieties, and the flat commonplaces, nearly all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Len... | My Antonia |
“You know,” | Lena | such a fright at home.<|quote|>“You know,”</|quote|>Lena said confidentially, “he married | once in a while, with such a fright at home.<|quote|>“You know,”</|quote|>Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she | gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.” I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home.<|quote|>“You know,”</|quote|>Lena said confidentially, “he married... | used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and... | at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “B... | to take military drill at the University—and give him a yard-measure to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in h... | had promised, and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me, won’t y... | breakfasted with us. He sat beside her on the couch and behaved very well until the Polish violin-teacher across the hall began to practice, when Prince would growl and sniff the air with disgust. Lena’s landlord, old Colonel Raleigh, had given her the dog, and at first she was not at all pleased. She had spent too muc... | My Antonia |
Lena said confidentially, | No speaker | fright at home. “You know,”<|quote|>Lena said confidentially,</|quote|>“he married Mary because he | a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,”<|quote|>Lena said confidentially,</|quote|>“he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and | all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.” I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,”<|quote|>Lena said confidentially,</|quote|>“he married Mary bec... | sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kis... | Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n... | military drill at the University—and give him a yard-measure to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speec... | and she frequently spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me, won’t you, Miss Linga... | are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his ... | My Antonia |
“he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with... | Lena | “You know,” Lena said confidentially,<|quote|>“he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and ... | such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially,<|quote|>“he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he ha... | her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.” I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially,<|quote|>“he married Mary because he thought she was st... | at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘Th... | was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forget about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I ... | the University—and give him a yard-measure to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had pi... | spent more money on materials than her customer had authorized. Once, when I arrived at six o’clock, Lena was ushering out a fidgety mother and her awkward, overgrown daughter. The woman detained Lena at the door to say apologetically:— “You’ll try to keep it under fifty for me, won’t you, Miss Lingard? You see, she’s ... | so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in... | My Antonia |
If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left ... | No speaker | the people I’m sorriest for.”<|quote|>If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to... | he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorriest for.”<|quote|>If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him ... | she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anything to a girl. He’d have given away his tattoos long ago, if he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorriest for.”<|quote|>If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, t... | he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to ... | and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.” I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thoug... | was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never a... | as the spring morning. Maybe she would be carrying home a bunch of jonquils or a hyacinth plant. When we passed a candy store her footsteps would hesitate and linger. “Don’t let me go in,” she would murmur. “Get me by if you can.” She was very fond of sweets, and was afraid of growing too plump. We had delightful Sund... | had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come... | My Antonia |
“I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” | Lena | put a stop to it.<|quote|>“I don’t exactly know what to do about him,”</|quote|>she said, shaking her head, | his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it.<|quote|>“I don’t exactly know what to do about him,”</|quote|>she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild | were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it.<|quote|>“I don’t exactly know what to... | said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dr... | his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, try... | she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everyt... | to hold with his front leg. His gravity made us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions sh... | with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse ... | My Antonia |
she said, shaking her head, | No speaker | what to do about him,”<|quote|>she said, shaking her head,</|quote|>“he’s so sort of wild | it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,”<|quote|>she said, shaking her head,</|quote|>“he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would | to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,”<|quote|>she said, shaking her head,</|quote|... | he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me ... | There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and h... | never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little pa... | us laugh immoderately. Lena’s talk always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Th... | look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farther up his arm, her sailor had come back and was kissing her. ‘The Sailor’s Return,’ he called it.” I admi... | My Antonia |
“he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” | Lena | she said, shaking her head,<|quote|>“he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, ... | what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head,<|quote|>“he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to... | told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head,<|quote|>“he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would... | of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, th... | the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and how he could get some of it ba... | shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stew... | always amused me. Ántonia had never talked like the people about her. Even after she learned to speak English readily there was always something impulsive and foreign in her speech. But Lena had picked up all the conventional expressions she heard at Mrs. Thomas’s dressmaking shop. Those formal phrases, the very flower... | about his bad luck. I liked to have him. Any company’s welcome when you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I asked. “People said he never talked at all.” “Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used... | My Antonia |
One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged ... | No speaker | neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.”<|quote|>One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not poss... | complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.”<|quote|>One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, sayi... | n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.”<|quote|>One Saturday evening when I was having supper with... | himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Co... | back. He was a widower, and found very little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, ... | Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anything to a girl. He’d have given away his tattoos long ago, if he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorri... | all hypocritical in their origin, became very funny, very engaging, when they were uttered in Lena’s soft voice, with her caressing intonation and arch naïveté. Nothing could be more diverting than to hear Lena, who was almost as candid as Nature, call a leg a “limb” or a house a “home.” We used to linger a long while ... | he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried... | My Antonia |
“Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” | Lena | lend him some safety pins.<|quote|>“Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.”</|quote|>She closed the door behind | but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins.<|quote|>“Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.”</|quote|>She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make | parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins.<|quote|>“Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordi... | long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a d... | one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would pr... | If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left ... | was never so pretty as in the morning; she wakened fresh with the world every day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never a... | and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anything to a gir... | My Antonia |
She closed the door behind him. | No speaker | me see what’s the matter.”<|quote|>She closed the door behind him.</|quote|>“Jim, won’t you make Prince | in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.”<|quote|>She closed the door behind him.</|quote|>“Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on | dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.”<|quote|>She closed the door behind him.</|quote|>“Ji... | either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, whi... | gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking... | across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and... | day, and her eyes had a deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He ... | Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and how he could get some of it back. He was a widower, and found very little conge... | My Antonia |
“Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” | Lena | closed the door behind him.<|quote|>“Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?”</|quote|>I rapped Prince on the | see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him.<|quote|>“Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?”</|quote|>I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that | to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him.<|quote|>“Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?”</|quo... | I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, sa... | Lena’s preferences. She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all t... | out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her accou... | deeper color then, like the blue flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over ... | happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his d... | My Antonia |
I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round.... | No speaker | won’t you make Prince behave?”<|quote|>I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took... | the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?”<|quote|>I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got... | the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?”<|quote|>I rapped Prince on the nose, while O... | of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possib... | amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him... | stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had c... | flowers that are never so blue as when they first open. I could sit idle all through a Sunday morning and look at her. Ole Benson’s behavior was now no mystery to me. “There was never any harm in Ole,” she said once. “People need n’t have troubled themselves. He just liked to come over and sit on the draw-side and forg... | in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and how he could get some of it back. He was a widower, and found very little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners... | My Antonia |
“You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” | Lena | long gap in the satin.<|quote|>“You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.”</|quote|>She disappeared into her work-room | laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin.<|quote|>“You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.”</|quote|>She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leav... | he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin.<|quote|>“You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long... | have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had ... | then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and co... | of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and how he could get some of it back. He was a widower, and found very little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said he... | you’re off with cattle all the time.” “But was n’t he always glum?” I asked. “People said he never talked at all.” “Sure he talked, in Norwegian. He’d been a sailor on an English boat and had seen lots of queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at ou... | widower, and found very little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a po... | My Antonia |
She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about h... | No speaker | for you in ten minutes.”<|quote|>She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-co... | piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.”<|quote|>She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and ... | laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.”<|quote|>She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to... | dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that,... | with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll... | little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place... | queer places. He had wonderful tattoos. We used to sit and look at them for hours; there was n’t much to look at out there. He was like a picture book. He had a ship and a strawberry girl on one arm, and on the other a girl standing before a little house, with a fence and gate and all, waiting for her sweetheart. Farth... | hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but... | My Antonia |
“Miss Lingard,” | Ordinsky | when he now addressed me.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he said haughtily, “is a | him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I | his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he said haughtily,... | Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a... | make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow ... | told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t lik... | it.” I admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d b... | Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inf... | My Antonia |
he said haughtily, | No speaker | now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he said haughtily,</|quote|>“is a young woman for | I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he said haughtily,</|quote|>“is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, | slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he said haughtily,</|quote|>“is a young wo... | off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocola... | behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned h... | with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to hav... | admitted it was no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out... | Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a ma... | My Antonia |
“is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” | Ordinsky | “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily,<|quote|>“is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.”</|quote|>“So have I,” I said | when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily,<|quote|>“is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.”</|quote|>“So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed | His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily,<|quote|>“is a young woman for whom I have the utmost... | put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, an... | Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laugh... | Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything ... | no wonder Ole liked to look at a pretty girl once in a while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’... | anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her par... | My Antonia |
“So have I,” | Jim | the utmost, the utmost respect.”<|quote|>“So have I,”</|quote|>I said coldly. He paid | woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.”<|quote|>“So have I,”</|quote|>I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, | dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.”<|quote|>“So have I,”</|quote|>I said coldly. He p... | She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about h... | dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that,... | that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he... | while, with such a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next h... | to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going... | My Antonia |
I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. | No speaker | utmost respect.” “So have I,”<|quote|>I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms.</|quote|>“Kindness of heart,” he went | I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,”<|quote|>I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms.</|quote|>“Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, | that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,”<|quote|>I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but beg... | her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He ... | for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. Yo... | landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome.... | a fright at home. “You know,” Lena said confidentially, “he married Mary because he thought she was strong-minded and would keep him straight. He never could keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent ... | congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the... | My Antonia |
“Kindness of heart,” | Ordinsky | stood with tightly folded arms.<|quote|>“Kindness of heart,”</|quote|>he went on, staring at | on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms.<|quote|>“Kindness of heart,”</|quote|>he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not | now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms.<|quote|>“Kindness of heart,”</|quote|>he w... | at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a... | pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in ther... | shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitat... | keep straight on shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat... | Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena’s pref... | My Antonia |
he went on, staring at the ceiling, | No speaker | folded arms. “Kindness of heart,”<|quote|>he went on, staring at the ceiling,</|quote|>“sentiment, are not understood in | as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,”<|quote|>he went on, staring at the ceiling,</|quote|>“sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The | “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,”<|quote|>he went on, staring at the ceil... | his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woma... | until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten... | “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday e... | shore. The last time he landed in Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stew... | could get some of it back. He was a widower, and found very little congenial companionship in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms ... | My Antonia |
“sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” | Ordinsky | on, staring at the ceiling,<|quote|>“sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!”</|quote|>I controlled my features and | “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling,<|quote|>“sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!”</|quote|>I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If | young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling,<|quote|>“sentiment, are not understood in a ... | was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost resp... | Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared in... | time. I would n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having suppe... | Liverpool he’d been out on a two years’ voyage. He was paid off one morning, and by the next he had n’t a cent left, and his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert h... | what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin i... | My Antonia |
I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. | No speaker | do they know of delicacy!”<|quote|>I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously.</|quote|>“If you mean me, Mr. | boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!”<|quote|>I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously.</|quote|>“If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss | to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!”<|quot... | than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with ... | Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his ... | I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his p... | his watch and compass were gone. He’d got with some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hi... | make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow ... | My Antonia |
“If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” | Jim | and tried to speak seriously.<|quote|>“If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.”</|quote|>His gaze traveled slowly down | delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously.<|quote|>“If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.”</|quote|>His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested | stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously.<|quote|... | I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart... | the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting... | He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the v... | some women, and they’d taken everything. He worked his way to this country on a little passenger boat. Mary was a stewardess, and she tried to convert him on the way over. He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anyth... | dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door b... | My Antonia |
His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. | No speaker | and we grew up together.”<|quote|>His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me.</|quote|>“Am I to understand that | come from the same town, and we grew up together.”<|quote|>His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me.</|quote|>“Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s | ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.”<|quote|>His gaze traveled slowly down from the... | He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceite... | the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more... | at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordin... | He thought she was just the one to keep him steady. Poor Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anything to a girl. He’d have given away his tattoos long ago, if he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorriest for.” If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late... | lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with ... | My Antonia |
“Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” | Ordinsky | ceiling and rested on me.<|quote|>“Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?”</|quote|>“That’s a word we don’t | traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me.<|quote|>“Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?”</|quote|>“That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. | features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me.<|quote|>“Am I to understand that you have this young ... | finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my f... | door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he n... | dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door b... | Ole! He used to bring me candy from town, hidden in his feed-bag. He could n’t refuse anything to a girl. He’d have given away his tattoos long ago, if he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorriest for.” If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come ... | explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the... | My Antonia |
“That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” | Jim | not wish to compromise her?”<|quote|>“That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.”</|quote|>“Then I have misjudged you, | at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?”<|quote|>“That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.”</|quote|>“Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” | I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?”<|quote|>“That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. O... | “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate h... | was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost resp... | that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had h... | He’d have given away his tattoos long ago, if he could. He’s one of the people I’m sorriest for.” If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into ... | at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a... | My Antonia |
“Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” | Ordinsky | take some things for granted.”<|quote|>“Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,”</|quote|>—he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” | without being talked about. We take some things for granted.”<|quote|>“Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,”</|quote|>—he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an | you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.”<|quote|>“Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your p... | seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you... | and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of h... | She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he ... | across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and... | him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at... | My Antonia |
—he bowed gravely. | No speaker | and I ask your pardon,”<|quote|>—he bowed gravely.</|quote|>“Miss Lingard,” he went on, | “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,”<|quote|>—he bowed gravely.</|quote|>“Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. | do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,”<|quote|>—he bowed gravely.</|quote|>“Miss Lingard,” he we... | Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’... | Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentimen... | Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and t... | descend the stairs, muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel R... | with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed ... | My Antonia |
“Miss Lingard,” | Ordinsky | your pardon,” —he bowed gravely.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he went on, “is an | misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has | to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely.<|quote|>“Miss Lingard,”</|quote|>he went on, “is a... | long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here... | haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not underst... | rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. Sh... | muttering so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to L... | of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possib... | My Antonia |
he went on, | No speaker | —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. | and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the | her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely t... | and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordin... | a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place ... | on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when... | threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from K... | the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed hi... | My Antonia |
“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” | Ordinsky | “Miss Lingard,” he went on,<|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,”</|quote|>—he watched me narrowly. Lena | your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on,<|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,”</|quote|>—he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come | word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on,<|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has no... | I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl ... | for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The... | while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the ... | would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested a... | Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, a... | My Antonia |
—he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. | No speaker | you and me, noblesse oblige,”<|quote|>—he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest.</|quote|>“Come in and let us | lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,”<|quote|>—he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest.</|quote|>“Come in and let us look at you as you | supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,”<|quote|>—he watched me narrowly. L... | the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted... | remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know o... | going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods... | him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his ... | him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness... | My Antonia |
“Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” | Lena | Lena returned with the vest.<|quote|>“Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,”</|quote|>she said as she opened | oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest.<|quote|>“Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,”</|quote|>she said as she opened the door for him. A | for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest.<|quote|>“Come in and let us look at... | understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I as... | shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to spe... | split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I c... | and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover... | me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me... | My Antonia |
she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. | No speaker | you in your dress suit,”<|quote|>she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing ... | Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,”<|quote|>she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional ... | absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,”<|quote|>she said as she opened the door for him. A f... | don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the ha... | in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the s... | the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room ... | had come to Lincoln from Kentucky and invested an inherited fortune in real estate, at the time of inflated prices. Now he sat day after day in his office in the Raleigh Block, trying to discover where his money had gone and how he could get some of it back. He was a widower, and found very little congenial companionsh... | You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glare... | My Antonia |
“Poor fellow,” | Lena | we had shut the door.<|quote|>“Poor fellow,”</|quote|>Lena said indulgently, “he takes | to laughing as soon as we had shut the door.<|quote|>“Poor fellow,”</|quote|>Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that | few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door.<|quote|>“Poor fellow,”</|quote|>Lena said in... | of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler abou... | grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper witho... | her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He ... | in this casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisf... | at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a... | My Antonia |
Lena said indulgently, | No speaker | shut the door. “Poor fellow,”<|quote|>Lena said indulgently,</|quote|>“he takes everything so hard.” | as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,”<|quote|>Lena said indulgently,</|quote|>“he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly | later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,”<|quote|>Lena said indulgently,</|quote|>“... | As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his nec... | together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being... | with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done... | casual Western city. Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the ... | brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the ut... | My Antonia |
“he takes everything so hard.” | Lena | “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently,<|quote|>“he takes everything so hard.”</|quote|>After that Ordinsky was friendly | we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently,<|quote|>“he takes everything so hard.”</|quote|>After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as | with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently,<|quote|>“he takes everything so hard.”... | and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick... | traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We ta... | leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutt... | Lena’s good looks and gentle manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While ... | know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understan... | My Antonia |
After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that ... | No speaker | “he takes everything so hard.”<|quote|>After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refus... | “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.”<|quote|>After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of ... | muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.”<|quote|>After that Ordinsky was frie... | watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hand... | ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “... | Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, a... | manners appealed to him. He said her voice reminded him of Southern voices, and he found as many opportunities of hearing it as possible. He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made... | and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of h... | My Antonia |
“in person.” | Ordinsky | would be answerable to Ordinsky<|quote|>“in person.”</|quote|>He declared that he would | to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky<|quote|>“in person.”</|quote|>He declared that he would never retract one word, and | He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky<|quote|>“in person.”</|quote|>He declared that he would never retract ... | he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attack... | your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in you... | me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling,... | She told me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t... | She laughed when she saw the long gap in the satin. “You could never pin that, Mr. Ordinsky. You’ve kept it folded too long, and the goods is all gone along the crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to con... | My Antonia |
He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincol... | No speaker | answerable to Ordinsky “in person.”<|quote|>He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfactio... | him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.”<|quote|>He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got ... | a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.”<|quote|>He declared that he would never retract one word, and that... | off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the ... | —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,”... | Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentimen... | me with amusement how Ordinsky, the Pole, had presented himself at her door one evening, and said that if the landlord was annoying her by his attentions, he would promptly put a stop to it. “I don’t exactly know what to do about him,” she said, shaking her head, “he’s so sort of wild all the time. I would n’t like to ... | arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colored hair that fuzzed up about his pointed crown. He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said ... | My Antonia |
“coarse barbarians.” | Ordinsky | had meekly accepted the epithet<|quote|>“coarse barbarians.”</|quote|>“You see how it is,” | that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet<|quote|>“coarse barbarians.”</|quote|>“You see how it is,” he said to me, “where | and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet<|quote|>“coarse ... | town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the... | suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the... | understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come... | n’t like to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we... | went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long... | My Antonia |
“You see how it is,” | Ordinsky | accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.”<|quote|>“You see how it is,”</|quote|>he said to me, “where | citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.”<|quote|>“You see how it is,”</|quote|>he said to me, “where there is no chivalry, there | he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.”<|quo... | asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that... | said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor... | a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same... | to have him say anything rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a ... | I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you ... | My Antonia |
he said to me, | No speaker | “You see how it is,”<|quote|>he said to me,</|quote|>“where there is no chivalry, | accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,”<|quote|>he said to me,</|quote|>“where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.” | lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,”<|quote|>... | a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentio... | door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said ind... | noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up t... | rough to that nice old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door,... | ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place like this. The noblest qualities are ridiculed. Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I app... | My Antonia |
“where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.” | Ordinsky | is,” he said to me,<|quote|>“where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.”</|quote|>When I met him on | barbarians.” “You see how it is,” he said to me,<|quote|>“where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.”</|quote|>When I met him on his rounds now, I thought | In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,” he said to me,<|quote|>“where... | taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to ... | few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he ta... | Grinning college boys, ignorant and conceited, what do they know of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowl... | old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but then I expect he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood th... | there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, and was covered with dry, straw-colo... | My Antonia |
When I met him on his rounds now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was | No speaker | there is no amour propre.”<|quote|>When I met him on his rounds now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was</|quote|>“under fire.” All this time, | “where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.”<|quote|>When I met him on his rounds now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was</|quote|>“un... | article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,” he said to me, “where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.”<|quote|>Wh... | the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical error... | muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to ... | of delicacy!” I controlled my features and tried to speak seriously. “If you mean me, Mr. Ordinsky, I have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand tha... | he’s lonesome. I don’t think he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said once that if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince d... | crease. Take it off. I can put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the sh... | My Antonia |
“under fire.” | Ordinsky | by him when he was<|quote|>“under fire.”</|quote|>All this time, of course, | forget how I had stood by him when he was<|quote|>“under fire.”</|quote|>All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had | amour propre.” When I met him on his rounds now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was<|quote|>“under fire.”</|quote|>All this time, of course, I wa... | mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,” he said to me, “where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propr... | so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell... | from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for gr... | there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what... | his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spoke encouragingly to him, and he went off with such an important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behave... | My Antonia |
All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the | No speaker | when he was “under fire.”<|quote|>All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the</|quo... | I had stood by him when he was “under fire.”<|quote|>All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about... | When I met him on his rounds now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.”<|quote|>All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had bro... | article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse barbarians.” “You see how it is,” he said to me, “where there is no chivalry, there is no amour propre.” When I met... | After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of the town, and asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that ... | ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “... | the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized, saying that he could not possibly come in thus attired, but he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins. “Oh, you’ll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky, and let me see what’s the matte... | as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me. “Miss Lingard,” he said haughtily, “is a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arm... | My Antonia |
“great beauties” | No speaker | me about Lena and the<|quote|>“great beauties”</|quote|>he had known in his | and used to talk to me about Lena and the<|quote|>“great beauties”</|quote|>he had known in his youth. We were all three | drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the<|quote|>“great beauties”</|quote|>he had known in his youth. We were al... | now, I thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t int... | was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he ... | things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at ... | what’s the matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin i... | use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard les... | My Antonia |
he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me se... | No speaker | Lena and the “great beauties”<|quote|>he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about L... | to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties”<|quote|>he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He h... | had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties”<|quote|>he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Len... | thought he carried his head more disdainfully than ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested... | tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a c... | granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you ... | matter.” She closed the door behind him. “Jim, won’t you make Prince behave?” I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together ... | it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him aft... | My Antonia |
Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s ... | No speaker | perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.”<|quote|>Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried... | theater. She’s very pretty, and perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.”<|quote|>Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and t... | now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while you are playing about with this handsome Norwegian. Yes, I’ve seen her with you at the theater. She’s very pretty, and perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.”<|quote|>Cleric wrote my ... | the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school ... | front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-... | important, professional air, that we fell to laughing as soon as we had shut the door. “Poor fellow,” Lena said indulgently, “he takes everything so hard.” After that Ordinsky was friendly to me, and behaved as if there were some deep understanding between us. He wrote a furious article, attacking the musical taste of ... | put a new piece of lining-silk in there for you in ten minutes.” She disappeared into her work-room with the vest, leaving me to confront the Pole, who stood against the door like a wooden figure. He folded his arms and glared at me with his excitable, slanting brown eyes. His head was the shape of a chocolate drop, an... | him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certai... | My Antonia |
“This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” | Jim | picked up the flower basket.<|quote|>“This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.”</|quote|>“Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. | when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket.<|quote|>“This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.”</|quote|>“Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” | of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket.<|quote|>“This old chap will be proposing to you s... | call on Lena. I found her propped up on the couch in her bay window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of th... | and perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.” Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to ... | and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played w... | have known Miss Lingard a long time, and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a w... | to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing th... | My Antonia |
“Oh, he has—often!” | Lena | to you some day, Lena.”<|quote|>“Oh, he has—often!”</|quote|>she murmured. “What! After you’ve | old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.”<|quote|>“Oh, he has—often!”</|quote|>she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t | heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.”<|quote|>“Oh, he has—often!”</|quote|>she murmured... | in her bay window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on... | he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a li... | with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who ... | appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl wh... | should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while you are playing abou... | My Antonia |
she murmured. | No speaker | day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!”<|quote|>she murmured.</|quote|>“What! After you’ve refused him?” | be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!”<|quote|>she murmured.</|quote|>“What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. | accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!”<|quote|>she murmured.</|quote|>“What! Afte... | window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s ... | to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a little noble!—an... | He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to ... | We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living ca... | would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a littl... | My Antonia |
“What! After you’ve refused him?” | Jim | “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured.<|quote|>“What! After you’ve refused him?”</|quote|>“He does n’t mind that. | to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured.<|quote|>“What! After you’ve refused him?”</|quote|>“He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him | always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured.<|quote|>“What! After you’ve refused him?”... | her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Le... | me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a little noble!—and that i... | Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and u... | from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a ... | ever, and strode up the steps of front porches and rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I pl... | My Antonia |
“He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” | Lena | “What! After you’ve refused him?”<|quote|>“He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.”</|quote|>“The Colonel would marry you | “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?”<|quote|>“He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.”</|quote|>“The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope | went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?”<|quote|>“He does n’t mind that. It ... | slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me ... | my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thought things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a little noble!—and that if she had not me to p... | how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Len... | we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper wi... | asked me to do him a great service by taking it to the editor of the morning paper. If the editor refused to print it, I was to tell him that he would be answerable to Ordinsky “in person.” He declared that he would never retract one word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that... | My Antonia |
“The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” | Jim | they’re in love with somebody.”<|quote|>“The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.”</|quote|>Lena shifted her pillows and | them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.”<|quote|>“The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.”</|quote|>Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in | be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.”<|quote|>“The Colonel would marry you in a ... | which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—ofte... | things over; I even tried to persuade myself that I was standing in Lena’s way—it is so necessary to be a little noble!—and that if she had not me to play with, she would probably marry and secure her future. The next evening I went to call on Lena. I found her propped up on the couch in her bay window, with her foot i... | I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties” he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship a... | wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely... | word, and that he was quite prepared to lose all his pupils. In spite of the fact that nobody ever mentioned his article to him after it appeared—full of typographical errors which he thought intentional—he got a certain satisfaction from believing that the citizens of Lincoln had meekly accepted the epithet “coarse ba... | My Antonia |
Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. | No speaker | not even a rich one.”<|quote|>Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise.</|quote|>“Why, I’m not going to | won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.”<|quote|>Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise.</|quote|>“Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you | that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.”<|quote|>Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surpr... | apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to ment... | little noble!—and that if she had not me to play with, she would probably marry and secure her future. The next evening I went to call on Lena. I found her propped up on the couch in her bay window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-i... | a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties” he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course a... | can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watche... | in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while you are playing about with this handso... | My Antonia |
“Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” | Lena | up at me in surprise.<|quote|>“Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?”</|quote|>“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls | shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise.<|quote|>“Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?”</|quote|>“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. | men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise.<|quote|>“Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you k... | one of her clients, when I interrupted her and picked up the flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them fe... | she would probably marry and secure her future. The next evening I went to call on Lena. I found her propped up on the couch in her bay window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a ... | Lena and the “great beauties” he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not ... | We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and le... | All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties” he had known in his yo... | My Antonia |
“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.” | Jim | Did n’t you know that?”<|quote|>“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.”</|quote|>She shook her head. “Not | not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?”<|quote|>“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.”</|quote|>She shook her head. “Not me.” “But why not? What | think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?”<|quote|>“Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you kn... | flower basket. “This old chap will be proposing to you some day, Lena.” “Oh, he has—often!” she murmured. “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Co... | went to call on Lena. I found her propped up on the couch in her bay window, with her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he hea... | were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything... | I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,” he went on, “is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you ... | Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit ... | My Antonia |
She shook her head. | No speaker | like you marries, of course.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“Not me.” “But why not? | know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“Not me.” “But why not? What makes you say that?” | marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.”<|quote|>She shook her head.</|quote|>“Not me... | “What! After you’ve refused him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shif... | her foot in a big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Le... | at Harvard College, and accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earne... | has not learned the hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his... | rang doorbells with more assurance. He told Lena he would never forget how I had stood by him when he was “under fire.” All this time, of course, I was drifting. Lena had broken up my serious mood. I was n’t interested in my classes. I played with Lena and Prince, I played with the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the ol... | My Antonia |
“Not me.” | Lena | course.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“Not me.”</|quote|>“But why not? What makes | girl like you marries, of course.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“Not me.”</|quote|>“But why not? What makes you say that?” I persisted. | not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.” She shook her head.<|quote|>“Not me.”</|quote|>“But why not? What m... | him?” “He does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked u... | big slipper. An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling... | accepted it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yo... | hard lessons of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy... | the Pole, I went buggy-riding with the old Colonel, who had taken a fancy to me and used to talk to me about Lena and the “great beauties” he had known in his youth. We were all three in love with Lena. Before the first of June, Gaston Cleric was offered an instructorship at Harvard College, and accepted it. He sugges... | My Antonia |
“But why not? What makes you say that?” | Jim | shook her head. “Not me.”<|quote|>“But why not? What makes you say that?”</|quote|>I persisted. Lena laughed. “Well, | you marries, of course.” She shook her head. “Not me.”<|quote|>“But why not? What makes you say that?”</|quote|>I persisted. Lena laughed. “Well, it’s mainly because I don’t | a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.” She shook her head. “Not me.”<|quote|>“But why not? What makes you say that?... | does n’t mind that. It seems to cheer him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in... | An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amus... | He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while ... | of life. As for you and me, noblesse oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler abou... | it. He suggested that I should follow him in the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself wh... | My Antonia |
I persisted. Lena laughed. | No speaker | What makes you say that?”<|quote|>I persisted. Lena laughed.</|quote|>“Well, it’s mainly because I | “Not me.” “But why not? What makes you say that?”<|quote|>I persisted. Lena laughed.</|quote|>“Well, it’s mainly because I don’t want a husband. Men | looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.” She shook her head. “Not me.” “But why not? What makes you say that?”<|quote|>I persisted. Lena laughed.</|quote|>“We... | him to mention the subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marr... | taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients... | the fall, and complete my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while you are playing about with this handsome ... | oblige,” —he watched me narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on... | yourself while you are playing about with this handsome Norwegian. Yes, I’ve seen her with you at the theater. She’s very pretty, and perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.” Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I ... | My Antonia |
“Well, it’s mainly because I don’t want a husband. Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what’s sensible and what’s foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be... | Lena | that?” I persisted. Lena laughed.<|quote|>“Well, it’s mainly because I don’t want a husband. Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what’s sensible and what’s foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefe... | not? What makes you say that?” I persisted. Lena laughed.<|quote|>“Well, it’s mainly because I don’t want a husband. Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what’s sensible and what’s foolish, and want you to stick at ho... | in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t you know that?” “Nonsense, Lena. That’s what girls say, but you know better. Every handsome girl like you marries, of course.” She shook her head. “Not me.” “But why not? What makes you say that?” I persisted. Lena laughed.<|quote|>“Well, it’s mainly because I... | subject. Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they’re in love with somebody.” “The Colonel would marry you in a minute. I hope you won’t marry some old fellow; not even a rich one.” Lena shifted her pillows and looked up at me in surprise. “Why, I’m not going to marry anybody. Did n’t ... | had dropped a flat-iron on Lena’s toe. On the table beside her there was a basket of early summer flowers which the Pole had left after he heard of the accident. He always managed to know what went on in Lena’s apartment. Lena was telling me some amusing piece of gossip about one of her clients, when I interrupted her ... | my course at Harvard. He had found out about Lena—not from me—and he talked to me seriously. “You won’t do anything here now. You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest. You won’t recover yourself while you are playing about with this handsome Norwegian. Yes, I’ve se... | narrowly. Lena returned with the vest. “Come in and let us look at you as you go out, Mr. Ordinsky. I’ve never seen you in your dress suit,” she said as she opened the door for him. A few moments later he reappeared with his violin case—a heavy muffler about his neck and thick woolen gloves on his bony hands. Lena spo... | the theater. She’s very pretty, and perfectly irresponsible, I should judge.” Cleric wrote my grandfather that he would like to take me East with him. To my astonishment, grandfather replied that I might go if I wished. I was both glad and sorry on the day when the letter came. I stayed in my room all evening and thoug... | My Antonia |
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