1 That constant, dark colour in her cheeks never changed.
2 This change came about from an adventure we had together.
3 Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day.
4 As I confronted her, the changes grew less apparent to me, her identity stronger.
5 You should either quit school and go to work, or change your college and begin again in earnest.
6 To this she would reply that unless he changed his mode of life, she would certainly outlive him.
7 As Antonia said, the whole world was changed by the snow; we kept looking in vain for familiar landmarks.
8 I used to retire to my room early on Saturday night, change my shirt and collar and put on my Sunday coat.
9 The changes seemed beautiful and harmonious to me; it was like watching the growth of a great man or of a great idea.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 10 The first thing that troubled her was when he wrote that his run had been changed, and they would likely have to live in Denver.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 11 He shrivelled up, Antonia said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed colour.
12 She baked either pies or cake for us every day, unless, for a change, she made my favourite pudding, striped with currants and boiled in a bag.
13 The old pasture land was now being broken up into wheatfields and cornfields, the red grass was disappearing, and the whole face of the country was changing.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 14 For a change, one could talk to the station agent; but he was another malcontent; spent all his spare time writing letters to officials requesting a transfer.
15 The drakes were handsome fellows, with pinkish grey bodies, their heads and necks covered with iridescent green feathers which grew close and full, changing to blue like a peacock's neck.
16 At the end of his run he stepped indifferently from the train along with the passengers, his street hat on his head and his conductor's cap in an alligator-skin bag, went directly into the station and changed his clothes.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: II 17 I shall never forget his face as it looked one night when he told me about the solitary day he spent among the sea temples at Paestum: the soft wind blowing through the roofless columns, the birds flying low over the flowering marsh grasses, the changing lights on the silver, cloud-hung mountains.
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