1 Edna stayed outside, awaiting her husband's return.
2 She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her.
3 If her husband did not adore her, he was a brute, deserving of death by slow torture.
4 As Edna waited for her husband she sang low a little song that Robert had sung as they crossed the bay.
5 Looking at them reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach.
6 "Well, send him about his business when he bores you, Edna," instructed her husband as he prepared to leave.
7 She wondered if her husband had ever spoken to her like that before, and if she had submitted to his command.
8 "I see Leonce isn't coming back," she said, with a glance in the direction whence her husband had disappeared.
9 Even her husband, when he came down the Saturday following Robert's departure, expressed regret that he had gone.
10 She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken.
11 And the ladies, selecting with dainty and discriminating fingers and a little greedily, all declared that Mr. Pontellier was the best husband in the world.
12 They seemed never before to have weighed much against the abundance of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be tacit and self-understood.
13 She was keeping up her music on account of the children, she said; because she and her husband both considered it a means of brightening the home and making it attractive.
14 She grew fond of her husband, realizing with some unaccountable satisfaction that no trace of passion or excessive and fictitious warmth colored her affection, thereby threatening its dissolution.
15 Add to this the violent opposition of her father and her sister Margaret to her marriage with a Catholic, and we need seek no further for the motives which led her to accept Monsieur Pontellier for her husband.
16 Blowing out the candle, which her husband had left burning, she slipped her bare feet into a pair of satin mules at the foot of the bed and went out on the porch, where she sat down in the wicker chair and began to rock gently to and fro.
17 After Mrs. Pontellier had danced twice with her husband, once with Robert, and once with Monsieur Ratignolle, who was thin and tall and swayed like a reed in the wind when he danced, she went out on the gallery and seated herself on the low window-sill, where she commanded a view of all that went on in the hall and could look out toward the Gulf.
Your search result possibly is over 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.