The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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The Nut Gatherers
They talked over the new plan while old Hannah cleared the table; then out came tie four little work-baskets, and the needles flew as the girls made sheets for Aunt March. It was uninteresting sewing, but tonight no one grumbled. They adopted Jo's plan of dividing the long seams into four parts, and calling the quarters Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and in that way got on capitally, especially when they talked about the different countries, as they stitched
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their way through them. ¡¡¡¡At nine they stopped work, and sang, as usual, before they went to bed. ¡¡¡¡No one but Beth could get much music out of the old piano; but she had a way of softly touching the yellow keys, and making a pleasant accompaniment to the simple songs they sang. Meg had a voice like a flute, and she and her mother led the little choir. Amy chirped like a cricket, and Jo wandered through the airs at her own sweet will, always coming out at

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
schoolboy -there had been,perhaps,something almost pathetic about hiseagerness.And now,for no reason at all,he was shy,boorish -positively rude. "I shan't take any more trouble with him"said Sarah indignantly. For Sarah,without being unduly conceited,had a fairly good opinion ofherself.She knew herself to be definitely attractive to the opposite sex,and shewas not one to take a snubbing lying sown! She had been,perhaps,a shade over-friendly to this boy because,for someobscure reason,she had felt sorry for him. But now,it was apparent,he was merely a rude,stuck-up,boorish young American! Instead of writing the letters she had mentioned,Sarah King sat down infront of her dressing-table,combed the hair back from her forehead,looked into apair of trou
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bled hazel eyes in the glass,and took stock of her situation in life. She had just passed through a difficult emotional crisis.A month ago she hadbroken off her engagement to a young doctor some four years her senior.They hadbeen very much attracted to each other,but had been too much alike intemperament.Disagreements and quarrels had been of common occurrence.Sarah wasof too imperious a temperament herself to brook a calm assertion ofautocracy.Like many high-spirited women,Sarah believed herself to admirestrength.She had always told herself that she wanted to be mastered.When she meta man capable of mastering her she found that she did not like it at all!Tobreak off her engagement had cost her a good deal of heart-burning,but she wasclear-sighted enough to realize that mere mutual attraction was not a sufficientbasis on which to build a lifetime of happiness.She had treated herself

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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The Nut Gatherers
Don't be silly. Howcould it be on a list so soon? They haven't even noticed it's gone yet."
　　"But Elvira, when they do notice it's gone, they'll think – perhaps they'll know – that you must have taken it."
　　"They might think so – ifthey discover it soon."
　　"Well, then they'll goto the police and –”
　　She stopped as Elvira shook her head slowly, herpale yellow hair swinging to and fro and a faint enigmatic smile curving up the corners ofher mouth.
　　"They won't go to thepolice, Bridget. Certainly not if they think I took it."
　　"Why – you mean –?"
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　　"As I told you, I'mgoing to have a lot of money when I'm twenty-one. I shall beable to buy lots of jewels from them. They won't make ascandal. Go on and get the money quick. Then go to Aer Lingus and book the ticket –I must take a taxi to Prunier'. I'm already ten minutes late. I'll be with youtomorrow morning by half-past ten."
　　"Oh, Elvira, I wish you wouldn't take such frightful risks," moaned Bridget.
　　But Elvira had hailed a taxi.

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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parted for ever on the spot, would he consent to it; but he said it should never be, he did not regard his mother's anger, while he could have my affections; our prospects are not very bright, to be sure, but we must wait, and hope for the best; he will be ordained shortly; and should it ever be in your power to recommend him to any body that has a living to bestow, am very sure you will not forget us; and dear Mrs. Jennings too, trust she will speak a good word for us to Sir John, or Mr. Palmer, or any friend that may be able to assist us.- Poor Anne was much to blame for what she did, but she did it for the best, so I say nothing; hope
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Mrs. Jennings won't think it too much trouble to give us a call, should she come this way any morning, it would be a great kindness, and my cousins would be proud to know her.- My paper reminds me to conclude; and begging to be most gratefully and respectfully remembered to her, and to Sir John and Lady Middleton, and the dear children, when you chance to see them, and love to Miss Marianne, 　　　　　　　　　　"I am, &c. &c." 　　 As soon as Elinor had finished it, she performed what she concluded to be its writer's real design, by placing it in the hands of Mrs. Jennings, who read it aloud with many comments of satisfaction and praise.

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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were spent there than at Allenham; and if no general engagement collected them at the Park, the exercise which called him out in the morning was almost certain of ending there, where the rest of the day was spent by himself at the side of Marianne, and by his favourite pointer at her feet. 　　 One evening in particular, about a week after Colonel Brandon left the country, his heart seemed more than usually open to every feeling of attachment to the objects around him; and on Mrs. Dashwood's
oil painting happening to mention her design of improving the cottage in the spring, he warmly opposed every alteration of a place which affection had established as perfect with him. 　　 "What!" he exclaimed- "improve this dear cottage! No. That I will never consent to. Not a stone must be added to its walls, not an inch to its size, if my feelings are regarded." 　　 "Do not be alarmed," said Miss Dashwood, "nothing of the kind will be done; for my mother will never have money enough to attempt it." 　　 "I am heartily glad of it", he cried. "May she always be poor, if she can employ her riches no better."

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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¡¡¡¡Steerforth laughed to that degree, that it was impossible for me to help laughing too; though I am not sure I should have done so, but for this inducement. When we had had our laugh quite out, which was after some time, he told me that Miss Mowcher had quite an extensive connexion, and made herself useful to a variety of people in a variety of ways. Some people trifled with her as a mere oddity, he said; but she was as shrewdly and sharply observant as anyone he knew, and as long-headed as she was short-armed. He told me that what she had said of being here, and there, and everywhere, was true enough; for she made little darts into the provinces, and seemed to pick up customers everywhere, and to know everybody. I asked him what her disposition was: whether it was at all mischievous, and if her sympathies were generally on the right side of things: but, not succeeding in attracting his attention to these questions after two or three attempts, I forbore or forgot to repeat them. He told me instead, with much rapidity, a good dea
oil paintingl about her skill, and her profits; and about her being a scientific cupper, if I should ever have occasion for her service in that capacity. ¡¡¡¡She was the principal theme of our conversation during the evening: and when we parted for the night Steerforth called after me over the banisters, 'Bob swore!' as I went downstairs. ¡¡¡¡I was surprised, when I came to Mr. Barkis's house, to find Ham walking up and down in front of it, and still more surprised to learn from him that little Em'ly was inside. I naturally inquired why he was not there too, instead of pacing the streets by himself? ¡¡¡¡'Why, you see, Mas'r Davy,' he rejoined, in a hesitating manner, 'Em'ly, she's talking to some 'un in here.' ¡¡¡¡'I should have thought,' said I, smiling, 'that that was a reason for your being in here too, Ham.'

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DURING dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh's attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort, appeared very remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him to more than usual solemnity of manner, and with a most important aspect he protested that he had never in his life witnessed such behaviour in a person of rank -- such affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced from Lady Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both the discourses which he had already had the honour of preaching before her. She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening. Lady Catherine was reckoned proud by many people he knew, but he had never seen any thing but affability in her. She had always spoken to him as she would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his joining in the society of the neighbourhood, nor to his leaving his parish occasionally for a week or two, to visit his relations. She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage; where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself, -- some shelves in the closets up stairs.

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could do, could not keep her so much as on the Edge of it; but I found it hurry'd me farther and farther out from the Eddy, which was on my left Hand. There was no Wind stirring to help me, and all I could do with my Paddlers signify'd nothing, and now I began to give my self over for lost; for as the Current was on both Sides the Island, I knew in a few Leagues Distance they must joyn again, and then I was irrecoverably gone; nor did I see any Possibility of avoiding it; so that I had no Prospect before me but of Perishing; not by the Sea, for that was calm enough, but of starving for Hunger. I had indeed found a Tortoise on the Shore, as big almost as I could lift, and had toss'd it into the Boat; and I had a great Jar of fresh Water, that is to say, one of my Earthen Pots; but what was all this to being driven into the vast Ocean, where to be sure, there was no Shore, no main Land, or Island, for a thousand Leagues at least.
And now I saw how easy it was for the Providence of God make the most miserable Condition Mankind could be in worse. Now I look'd back upon my desolate solitary Island, the most pleasant Place in the World, and all the Happiness my Heart could wish for, was to be but there again. I stretch'd out my Hands to it with eager Wishes. O happy Desart said I, I shall never see thee more. O miserable Creature, said I, whether am I going: Then I reproach'd my Self with my unthankful Temper, and how I had repin'd at my solitary Condition; and now what would I give to be on Shore there again. Thus we never see the true State of our Condition, till it is illustrated to us by its Contraries; nor know how to value what we enjoy, but by the want of it. It is scarce possible to imagine the Consternation I was now in, being driven from my beloved Island (for so it appear'd to me now to be) into the wide Ocean, almost two Leagues, and in the utmost Despair of ever recovering it again. However, I work'd hard

The Lady of Shalott

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She had to wash the cups every morning, and polish up the old-fashioned spoons, the fat silver tea-pot, and the glasses, till they shone. Then she must dust the room, and what a trying job that was! Not a speck escaped Aunt March's eye, and all the furniture had claw legs, and much carving, which was never dusted to suit. Then Polly must be fed, the lap-dog combed, and a dozen trips upstairs and down, to get things, to deliver orders, for the old lady was very lame, and seldom left her big chair. After these tiresome labours, she must do her lessons, which was a daily trial of every virtue she possessed. Then she was allowed one hour for exercise or play, and didn't she enjoy it? Laurie came every day, and wheedled Aunt March, till Amy was allowed to go out with him, when they walked and rode, and had capital times. After dinner, she had to read aloud, and sit still while the old lady slept, which she usually did for an hour, as she dropped off over the first page. Then patchwork or towels appeared, and Amy sewed with outward meekness and inward rebellion till dusk, when she was allowed to amuse herself as she liked till tea-time. The evenings were the worst of all, for Aunt March fell to telling long stories about her youth, which were so unutterably dull that Amy was always ready to go to bed, intending to cry over her hard fate, but usually going to sleep before she had squeezed out more than a tear or two.

The Lady of Shalott

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¡¡¡¡ "Well--I should not have called Arabella coarse exactly, except in speech, though she may be getting so by this time under the duties of the public house. She was rather handsome when I knew her." "Handsome! But yes!--so she is!" ¡¡¡¡ "I think I heard a quiver in your little mouth. Well, waiving that, as she is nothing to me, and virtuously married to another man, why should she come troubling us?" ¡¡¡¡ "Are you sure she's married? Have you definite news of it?" ¡¡¡¡ "No--not definite news. But that was why she asked me to release her. She and the man both wanted to lead a proper life, as I understood." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh Jude--it was, it WAS Arabella!" cried Sue, covering her eyes with her hand. "And I am so miserable! It seems such an ill omen, whatever she may have come for. You could not possibly see her, could you?" ¡¡¡¡ "I don't really think I could. It would be so very painful to talk to her now--for her as much as for me. However, she's gone. Did she say she would come again?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. But she went away very reluctantly." ¡¡¡¡ Sue, whom the least thing upset, could not eat any supper, and when Jude had finished his he prepared to go to bed. He had no sooner raked out the fire, fastened the doors, and got to the top of the stairs than there came a knock. Sue instantly emerged from her room, which she had but just entered.

The Lady of Shalott

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He could speak more freely now. "There were several reasons against my telling you rashly. One was what I have said; another, that it was always impressed upon me that I ought not to marry--that I belonged to an odd and peculiar family--the wrong breed for marriage." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah--who used to say that to you?" ¡¡¡¡ "My great-aunt. She said it always ended badly with us Fawleys." ¡¡¡¡ "That's strange. My father used to say the same to me!" ¡¡¡¡ They stood possessed by the same thought, ugly enough, even as an assumption: that a union between them, had such been possible, would have meant a terrible intensification of unfitness-- two bitters in one dish. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, but there can't be anything in it!" she said with nervous lightness. "Our family have been unlucky of late years in choosing mates-- that's all." ¡¡¡¡ And then they pretended to persuade themselves that all that had happened was of no consequence, and that they could still be cousins and friends and warm correspondents, and have happy genial times when they met, even if they met less frequently than before. Their parting was in good friendship, and yet Jude's last look into her eyes was tinged with inquiry, for he felt that he did not even now quite know her mind.