1 Mrs. Pontellier gave over being astonished, and concluded that wonders would never cease.
2 It did not occur to her to think he might have grown tired of being with her the livelong day.
3 She went down and led them out of the sun, scolding the quadroon for not being more attentive.
4 Edna was a trifle embarrassed at being thus signaled out for the imperious little woman's favor.
5 Of course, he couldn't think of telling Mrs. Pontellier all about it, she being a woman and not comprehending such things.
6 It was understood that he had often spoken words of love to Madame Ratignolle, without any thought of being taken seriously.
7 Perhaps it was the first time she was ready, perhaps the first time her being was tempered to take an impress of the abiding truth.
8 An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish.
9 He was the only being present who possessed sufficient candor to admit that he was not listening to these gracious performances for the first time that summer.
10 With its own penetrating vision the spirit seeks some one mortal worthy to hold him company, worthy of being exalted for a few hours into realms of the semi-celestials.
11 She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.
12 In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.
13 The boys were being put to bed; the patter of their bare, escaping feet could be heard occasionally, as well as the pursuing voice of the quadroon, lifted in mild protest and entreaty.
14 An unusual number of husbands, fathers, and friends had come down to stay over Sunday; and they were being suitably entertained by their families, with the material help of Madame Lebrun.
15 Madame Ratignolle kissed Edna good-night, and went away, being in truth rather desirous of joining in the general and animated conversation which was still in progress concerning Mexico and the Mexicans.
16 The present alone was significant; was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting conviction that she had lost that which she had held, that she had been denied that which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.
17 It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.
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