| "Where is Mrs. Pontellier?" |
June 4, 2017, 10:12 a.m. |
| and turned away toward "the house." |
June 4, 2017, 10:06 a.m. |
| which he had received her well-meant caution. |
June 4, 2017, 10:05 a.m. |
| blagueur. If I thought there was any doubt--" |
June 4, 2017, 10:05 a.m. |
| draggingly upon his arm as they walked. |
June 4, 2017, 10:04 a.m. |
| looking disagreeable and resigned. |
June 4, 2017, 10:04 a.m. |
| thereby threatening its dissolution. |
June 4, 2017, 10:03 a.m. |
| it up and kissed the cold glass passionately. |
June 4, 2017, 10:02 a.m. |
| melted imperceptibly out of her existence. |
June 4, 2017, 10:01 a.m. |
| murmuring in an undertone, "Pauvre cherie." |
June 4, 2017, 10:01 a.m. |
| the water. Oh, I see the connection now!" |
June 4, 2017, 9:59 a.m. |
| almost motionless in the far distance. |
June 4, 2017, 9:59 a.m. |
| the front of the building. |
June 4, 2017, 9:59 a.m. |
| Edna Pontellier different from the crowd. |
June 4, 2017, 9:58 a.m. |
| which we might as well call love. |
June 4, 2017, 9:58 a.m. |
