1 She is not one of us; she is not like us.
2 It broke like a mournful lullaby upon the night.
3 It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.
4 She was greatly disappointed to find that it did not look like her.
5 It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day.
6 And just as soon as Ratignolle appeared on the scene, then it WAS like a dog.
7 They all knew each other, and felt like one large family, among whom existed the most amicable relations.
8 She was growing accustomed to like shocks, but she could not keep the mounting color back from her cheeks.
9 Her little neck and arms were bare, and her hair, artificially crimped, stood out like fluffy black plumes over her head.
10 Let me see, she went on, throwing back her head and narrowing her fine eyes till they shone like two vivid points of light.
11 "Granted; as many as you like," he returned, glancing down into her eyes that were full of thoughtfulness and some speculation.
12 Her glance wandered from his face away toward the Gulf, whose sonorous murmur reached her like a loving but imperative entreaty.
13 Robert was interested, and wanted to know what manner of girls the sisters were, what the father was like, and how long the mother had been dead.
14 Never had that lady seemed a more tempting subject than at that moment, seated there like some sensuous Madonna, with the gleam of the fading day enriching her splendid color.
15 She could not leave his presence when he was there, nor remove her eyes from his face, which was something like Napoleon's, with a lock of black hair failing across the forehead.
16 There was nothing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them.
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.
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