1 She could not have told why she was crying.
2 Her starched skirts crinkled as she came and went.
3 "Here, take the umbrella," she exclaimed, holding it out to him.
4 Mrs. Pontellier was forced to admit that she knew of none better.
5 He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had ailed him all day.
6 He did not say this, but she understood it, and laughed, nodding good-by to him.
7 Looking at them reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach.
8 She slipped them upon her fingers; then clasping her knees, she looked across at Robert and began to laugh.
9 "I see Leonce isn't coming back," she said, with a glance in the direction whence her husband had disappeared.
10 She had possession of the rocker, and she was busily engaged in sewing upon a diminutive pair of night-drawers.
11 Madame Ratignolle was very fond of Mrs. Pontellier, and often she took her sewing and went over to sit with her in the afternoons.
12 Mrs. Pontellier was always very generous with the contents of such a box; she was quite used to receiving them when away from home.
13 Turning, she thrust her face, steaming and wet, into the bend of her arm, and she went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
14 Madame Lebrun was bustling in and out, giving orders in a high key to a yard-boy whenever she got inside the house, and directions in an equally high voice to a dining-room servant whenever she got outside.
15 Mrs. Pontellier's mind was quite at rest concerning the present material needs of her children, and she could not see the use of anticipating and making winter night garments the subject of her summer meditations.
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 Never were hands more exquisite than hers, and it was a joy to look at them when she threaded her needle or adjusted her gold thimble to her taper middle finger as she sewed away on the little night-drawers or fashioned a bodice or a bib.
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