1 A book had gone the rounds of the pension.
2 There were some books on the table and a lounge near at hand.
3 Edna lingered a moment beside the table, arranging the books there.
4 He did not resume his book immediately, but sat for a while meditatively looking out into the garden.
5 I was left here to guard your slumbers; and for one hundred years I have been out under the shed reading a book.
6 She was talking "books" with Mr. Gouvernail and trying to draw from him his opinion upon current literary topics.
7 He looked at Edna's book, which he had read; and he told her the end, to save her the trouble of wading through it, he said.
8 He took a book from his pocket and began energetically to read it, judging by the precision and frequency with which he turned the leaves.
9 She interrupted him to ask if he remembered the name of the author whose book she had bought the week before to send to a friend in Geneva.
10 She often stopped there during her perambulations; sometimes taking a book with her, and sitting an hour or two under the trees when she found the place deserted.
11 There was no special message to Edna except a postscript saying that if Mrs. Pontellier desired to finish the book which he had been reading to her, his mother would find it in his room, among other books there on the table.
12 There was no special message to Edna except a postscript saying that if Mrs. Pontellier desired to finish the book which he had been reading to her, his mother would find it in his room, among other books there on the table.