The+Awakening+Chapter+13-18

pg. 57 "A feeling of oppression and drowsiness overcame Edna during the service. Her head began to ache, and the lights on the altar swayed before her eyes. ... but her one thought was to quit the stifling atmosphere of the church and reach the open air."

pg.62 "Do you know we have been together the whole livelong day, Robert-since early this morning?" she said at parting. "All but the hundred years when you were sleeping. Good-night." He pressed her hand and went awa in the direction of the beach. He did not join any of the others, but walked alone toward the Gulf.

pg. 62 "Robert's voice was not pretentious. It was musical and true. The voice, the notes, the whole refrain haunted her memory."

pg.67 "Write to me when you get there, won't you Robert?" she entreated. "I will, thank you. Good-by."

pg. 71 "Edna had once told Madame Ratignolle that she would never sacrifice herself for her children, or for any one...."I would give up the nonessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself........"I don't know what you would call essential," said Madame Ratignolle, cheerfully; "but a woman who would give her life for her children could do no more than that-your Bible tells you so. I'm sure I couldn't do more than that."

pg.73 "He greatly valued his possessions, chiefly because they were his, and derived genuine pleasure from contemplating a painting, a statuette, a rare lace curtain - no matter what - after he had bought it and placed it among his household gods."

pg.74 "No, I left no excuse. I told Joe to say I was out, that was all." "Why, my dear, I should think you'd understand by this time that people don't do such things; we've got to observe les convenaces if we ever expect to got on and keep up with the procession."

pg.76 "She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there, she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it, But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the little glittering circle. It a sweeping passion she seized a glass case from the table and flung in upon the tiles of the hearth. She wanted to destroy something."

pg.80 "She was moved by a kind of commiseration for Madame Ratignolle, - a pity for that colorless existense which never uplifted its possessor beyound the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium."