1 I remember how angry Tiny Soderball made me one afternoon.
2 I remember how horrified we were at the sour, ashy-grey bread she gave her family to eat.
3 I remember I took a melancholy pleasure in hanging a May-basket for Nina Harling that spring.
4 I remember vividly another evening, when something led us to talk of Dante's veneration for Virgil.
5 Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember.
6 As I remember them, what unprotected faces they were; their very roughness and violence made them defenceless.
7 It was in March, if I remember rightly, and a terrible muddy, raw spell, with the roads bad for hauling her things to town.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContext Highlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 8 I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little moustache.
9 I remember exactly how he strode into our kitchen in his felt boots and long wolfskin coat, his eyes and cheeks bright with the cold.
10 I remember how admiringly all the boys looked at her the night she first wore her velveteen dress, made like Mrs. Gardener's black velvet.
11 I remember Antonia's excitement when she came into our kitchen one afternoon and announced: 'My papa find friends up north, with Russian mans.'
12 How well I remember her laugh; it had in it the same sudden recognition that flashed into her eyes, was a burst of humour, short and intelligent.
13 I remember one funny story about himself that made grandmother, who was working her bread on the bread-board, laugh until she wiped her eyes with her bare arm, her hands being floury.
14 There were chandeliers hung from the ceiling, I remember, many servants in livery, gaming-tables where the men played with piles of gold, and a staircase down which the guests made their entrance.
15 Jake bought everything the newsboys offered him: candy, oranges, brass collar buttons, a watch-charm, and for me a 'Life of Jesse James,' which I remember as one of the most satisfactory books I have ever read.
16 I remember those girls merely as faces in the schoolroom, gay and rosy, or listless and dull, cut off below the shoulders, like cherubs, by the ink-smeared tops of the high desks that were surely put there to make us round-shouldered and hollow-chested.
17 I remember how the world looked from our sitting-room window as I dressed behind the stove that morning: the low sky was like a sheet of metal; the blond cornfields had faded out into ghostliness at last; the little pond was frozen under its stiff willow bushes.
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