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The Awakening and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin THE AWAKENING I A GREEN AND YELLOW PARROT, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: “Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That’s all right!” He could speak a little Spanish, and also a language which nobody
THE AWAKENING - 1 - I A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That's all right!" He could speak a little Spanish, and also a language which nobody understood, unless it was the mocking-
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- The Sunday papers had not yet reached Grand Isle. He was already acquainted
- a man of forty, of medium height and
- There was more noise than ever over at
- "Zampa" upon the piano. Madame Lebrun was bustling in and out, giving
- a fresh, pretty woman, clad always in white
- Farther
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- a white sunshade that was advancing at
- Lebrun. When they reached the cottage,
- "What folly! to bathe at such an hour in
- That was why the morning seemed long to
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- "Come
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- "Coming back to dinner?" his wife called after him. He halted a moment and
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- Robert talked a good deal about himself. He was very young, and did not know
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- East, and who had engaged herself to be
- "I see Leonce isn't coming back," she
- Robert supposed he was not, as there were a good
- He was in an excellent humor, in high spir-
- a good deal of silver coin, which he piled
- r He thought it very discouraging that
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- Blowing out the candle, which her husband had left burning, she slipped
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- a mood. She did not sit there inwardly Upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate,
- wharf.
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mocking-bird were the property of Madame Lebrun, and they had the right to make all the noise they wished. Mr. Pontellier had the privilege of quitting their society when they ceased to be entertaining. He stopped before the door of his own cottage, which was the fourth one from the main building and next to the last. Seat- ing himself in a wicker ...
with the market reports, and he glanced restlessly over the editorials and bits of news which he had not had time to read before quitting New Orleans the day before. Mr. Pontellier wore eye-glasses. He was
rather slender build ; he stooped a little. His hair was brown and straight, parted on one side. His beard was neatly and closely trimmed. Once in a while he withdrew his glance from the newspaper and looked about him.
the house. The main building was called "the house," to distinguish it from the cot- tages. The chattering and whistling birds were still at it. Two young girls, the Farival twins, were playing a duet from
orders in a high key to a yard-boy whenever she got inside the house, and directions in an equally high voice to a dining-room servant whenever she got outside. '. $he was
with elbow sleeves. , Her starched skirts crinkled as she came and went.
down, before one of the cottages, a lady in black was walking demurely up and down, telling her beads. A good many persons of the pension had gone over to the Chiniere Caminada in Beaudelet's lugger to hear mass. Some young people were out under the water-oaks pj^in^_£mcpet. Mr. Pon- tellier's two children were there—sturdy little fellows of four a...
Mr. Pontellier finally lit a cigar and be- gan to smoke, letting the paper drag idly from his hand. He fixed his gaze upon
snail's pace from the beach. He could see it plainly between the gaunt trunks of the water-oaks and across the stretch of yel- low camomile. The gulf looked far away, melting hazily into the blue of the hori-zon. The sunshade continued to approach slowly. Beneath its pink-lined shelter were his wife, Mrs. Pontellier, and young Robert
the two seated themselves with some ap-pearance of fatigue upon the upppr step of the porch, facing each other, each leaning against a supporting post.
such heat!" exclaimed Mr. Pontellier. He himself had taken a plunge at daylight.
him. "You are burnt beyond recognition," he added, looking at his wife as one looks at a valuable piece of personal property which has suffered some damage. She held up
her hands, strong, shapely hands, and sur- veyed them critically, drawing up her lawn sleeves above the wrists. Looking at thei reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach. She silently reached out to him, and he, understanding, took the rings from his vest pocket ajid-dropped^them into her open palm. ...
' go along, Lebrun, ' he proposed to Robert. But Robert admitted quite frankly
that he preferred to stay where he was and talk to Mrs. Pontellier. "Well, send him about his business when he bores you, Edna," instructed her hus- band as he prepared to leave. "Here, take the umbrella," she ex-claimed, holding it out to him. He accepted the sunshade, and lifting it over his head descended the steps and walked away.
shrugged his shoulders. He felt in his vest pocket; there was a ten-dollar bill there. He did not know; perhaps he would return for the early dinner and perhaps he would not. It all depended upon the company which he found over at Klein's and the size of "the game." He did not say this, but she understood it, and laughed, - nodding" goo"cbbyr tcTTi...
his part. In coloring he was not unlike his companion. A clean-shaved face made the resemblance more pronounced than it would otherwise have been. There rested no shadow of care upon his open countenance. His eyes gathered in and reflected the light and languor of the summer day. Mrs. Pontellier reached over for a palm- leaf fan that lay on the por...
any better. Mrs. Pontellier talked a little about herself for the same reason. Each was interested in what the other said. Rob- ert spoke of his intention to go to Mexico
in the autumn, where fortune awaited him. He was always intending to go to Mexico, but some way never got there. Meanwhile he held on to his modest position in a mer-cantile house in New Orleans, where an equal familiarity with English, French and Spanish gave him no small value as a clerk and correspondent. He was spending his summer vacation, as ...
married. Robert was interested, and wanted to know what manner of girls the sisters were, what the father was like, and how long the mother had been dead. When Mrs. Pontellier folded the letter it was time for her to dress for the early din- ner.
said, with a glance in the direction whence her husband had disappeared.
many New Orleans club men over at Klein's. When Mrs. Pontellier left him to enter her room, the young man descended the steps and strolled over toward the croquet players, where, during the half-hour before dinner, he amused himself with the little Pontellier children, who were very fond of him. Ill It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontell...
its, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered dur- ing the day. From his trousers pockets he took a fistful of crumpled bank notes and
on the bureau indiscriminately with keys, knife, handkerchief, and whatever else hap-pened to be in his pockets. She was over- come with sWpL^nrLajiswprfdjijmjwith little half utterances.
his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation.
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
"He won't look up." Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called "Victor!" She waved a hand- kerchief and called again. The young fel-low below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop. Madame Lebrun went back to the ma- chine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tete montie^ with a temper which invite...
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First published in 1899, this beautiful, brief novel so disturbed critics and the public that it was banished for decades afterward. Now widely read and admired, The Awakening has been hailed as an early vision of woman's emancipation. This sensuous book tells of a woman's abandonment of her family, her seduction, and her awakening to desires ...
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