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by Kate Chopin
p.12 A book had done the rounds of the pension. When it came her turn to read it, she did so with profound astonishment. She felt moved to read the book in secret and solitude, though none of the others had done so--to hide it from view at the sound of approaching footsteps. It was openly criticized and freely discussed at table. Mrs. Pontellier gave over being astonished, and concluded that wonders would never cease.
p.29 "If your father had only lived!" Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, bang! It was a fixed belief with Madame Lebrun that he conduct of the universe and all things pertaining thereto would have been manifestly of a more intelligent and higher order had not Monsieur Lebrun been removed to other spheres during the early years of their married life.
p.35 She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.
p.42 The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath.
p.46 "Then I'll take you some night in the pirogue when the moon shines. Maybe your Gulf spirit will whisper to you in which of the islands the treasures are hidden--direct you to the very spot, perhaps.
"And in a day we should be rich!" she laughed. "I'd give it all to you, the pirate gold and every bit of treasure we could dig up. I think you would know how to spend it. Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for the fun of seeing the gold specks fly."
p.53 se tu savais
p.55 Monsieur Farival thought that Victor should have been taken out in mid-ocean in his earliest youth and drowned. Victor thought there would be more logic in thus disposing of old people with an established claim for making themselves universally obnoxious.
p.75 It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could plainly see that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.
p.76 There were days when she was unhappy, and she did not know why;--when it did not seen worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead, where life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood.
p.84 ma foi?
p.91 "It's a pity Mr. Pontellier doesn't stay home more in the evenings. I think you would be more--well, if you don't mind my saying it--more united, if he did."
"Oh! dear no!" said Edna, with a blank look in her eyes. "What should I do if he stayed home? We wouldn't have anything to say to each other."
p.118 Bonne nuit, ma reine; soyez sage.
p.119 Ah! Si tu savais!
NAMES: Puponne, Mandelet, Catiohe, Celina, Philomel, Farival, Zampa, Lebrun, Pontellier, Leonce, Reisz, Adele, Ratignolle, Daudet, Alphonze, Arobin, Alcee, Mariequito, Baudelet, Sylvano, Tonie, Etienne, Aline