In the
In the Bishop's Carriage
作者：Michelson, Miriam, 1870-1942
体例：题 章数：81
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章节目录
共 81 题- IN THE BISHOP'S CARRIAGE
- By
- MIRIAM MICHELSON
- I.
- I put my hand to my head.
- I flew to her.
- II.
- I fished Moriway's letter out of my pocket and handed it to her.
- I rang.
- I bent and groped for the bell and rang it twice.
- I sat down again and pulled the book farther toward the light.
- I waited.
- He did not say "Omar."
- I looked him square in the eye--and then I had enough.
- I put down the book and got up to go.
- III.
- I shut up, but my teeth chattered so that Tom stopped at the gate.
- IV.
- I was thinking this as I looked at her, when all at once I saw--
- I tried the door of a room next to it. A bedroom. But no Beauty.
- I turned. The bills just leaked out of my hand on to the floor.
- I shook my head as I lay there.
- I nodded. I was ashamed.
- I saw by the look he gave me, that he hadn't really seen me till then.
- I shook my head.
- V.
- I love it, Mag! I love it!
- I pulled it open tenderly, cautiously, and turned to shut it after me.
- And--
- I shut the door.
- I didn't answer.
- I nodded.
- VI.
- VII.
- I got up to go. He'd forgotten me, but he looked up then.
- THE CLEVER SKETCH ENTITLED
- THEATRICAL ARISTOCRACY.
- I flirted my jeweled fan at him and swept him a courtesy.
- VIII.
- I shook my head.
- I jerked my hand away from him.
- I looked at him. I was thinking.
- I pouted.
- LATIMER."
- IX.
- I got up.
- I turned the key in the lock, forgetting that it didn't really lock.
- I shook myself free and faced him.
- I shook my head.
- He turned to Tom. "Well?"
- X.
- I nodded.
- I laughed, and he grinned back at me.
- Mrs. EDWARD RAMSAY
- XI.
- I put my hand up to him and he took it.
- I jumped.
- I caught Obermuller's hand.
- I nodded, and then crumbled to the floor.
- XII.
- I jumped. "On yours!"
- XIII.
- I nodded. How to get away!
- XIV.
- I looked at her with respect; it was both real and feigned.
- XV.
- I showed it to him, and he turned it over in his crippled old hands.
- I laughed. "Not I. I--myself--"
- I got into the wagon and we drove down street--to the Vaudeville.
- XVI.
- I laughed.
- I looked up at him. I'd never heard him speak like that.
- I dropped the letter and looked over at Obermuller.
- XVII.
- I looked at him steadily.
- I caught his hand in both of mine.
- I opened my eyes to laugh at him; he was so bewildered.
- I looked at him puzzled.
- I looked for a minute from her to the Bishop.
- NANCY O.
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