The Awakening

t the color of her hair. She had a way of turning them swiftly upon an object a

e depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a

ford cigars, he said. He had a cigar in his pocket which Mr. Pontellier

ved face made the resemblance more pronounced than it would otherwise have been. There rested no shadow of

tted incessantly: about the things around them; their amusing adventure out in the water-it had again assumed its entertaining aspect; about the wind, the trees, the people

the other said. Robert 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

ouse” had been a summer luxury of the Lebruns. Now, flanked by its dozen or more cottages, which were always filled with exclusive visitors

small infusion of French which seemed to have been lost in dilution. She read a letter from her sister, who was away in the East, and who had engaged herself

he letter it was time for her

rection whence her husband had disappeared. Robert supposed he was

nd strolled over toward the croquet players, where, during the half-hour before dinn