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The Awakening

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1083    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

e else's wherein his wife failed in her duty toward their children. It was something which he felt r

nd out of his mouth, and go on playing. Tots as they were, they pulled together and stood their ground in childish battles with doubled fists and uplifted voices, which usually prevailed against the other mothe

ring about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized thei

ing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them. She was growing a little stout, but it did not seem to det

her in the afternoons. She was sitting there the afternoon of the day the box arrived from New Orleans. Sh

by's body so effectually that only two small eyes might look out from the garment, like an Eskimo's. They were designed for w

ing winter night garments the subject of her summer meditations. But she did not want to appear unamiable and uninterested, so she had brought forth

ccupied her former position on the upper step, leaning listlessly against the post. B

gnolle had been married seven years. About every two years she had a baby. At that time she had three babies, and was beginning to think of a fourth one. She was always talki

had subsisted upon nougat during the entire-but seeing the color mount

ey all knew each other, and felt like one large family, among whom existed the most amicable relations. A characteristic which distinguished them and which impressed Mrs. Pontellier most forcibly was their entire ab

f her accouchements, withholding no intimate detail. She was growing accustomed to like shocks, but she could not keep the mounting color back fr

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 wa

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