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The Awakening and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin
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CONTENTS

  • THE AWAKENING
  • Beyond the Bayou
  • Ma’ame Pelagie
  • Desiree’s Baby
  • A Respectable Woman
  • The Kiss
  • A Pair of Silk Stockings
  • The Locket
  • A Reflection

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    Book’s Name The Awakening
    Author : Kate Chopin
    Original language : English
    Size Of PDF : 459KB
    Number of Pages : 148 Pages

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    A GREEN AND YELLOW PARROT, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over:
    “Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That’s all right!” He could speak a little Spanish, and also a language which nobody
    understood, unless it was the mocking-bird that hung on the other side of the door, whistling his fluty notes out upon the breeze with maddening persistence.
    Mr. Pontellier, unable to read his newspaper with any degree of comfort, arose with an expression and an exclamation of disgust.
    He walked down the gallery and across the narrow “bridges” which connected the Lebrun cottages one with the other. He had been seated
    before the door of the main house. The parrot and the mockingbird were the property of Madame Lebrun, and they had the right to make all the
    noise they wished. Mr. Pontellier had the privilege of quitting their society when they ceased to be entertaining.

    A Reflection

    SOME PEOPLE ARE BORN with a vital and responsive energy. It not only
    enables them to keep abreast of the times; it qualifies them to furnish in their own personality a good bit of the motive power to the mad pace. They are fortunate beings. They do not need to apprehend the significance of things. They do not grow weary nor miss step, nor do they fall out of rank and sink by the wayside to be left contemplating the moving
    procession. Ah! that moving procession that has left me by the road-side! Its fantastic colors are more brilliant and beautiful than the sun on the undulating waters. What matter if souls and bodies are failing beneath the feet of the
    ever-pressing multitude! It moves with the majestic rhythm of the spheres.
    Its discordant clashes sweep upward in one harmonious tone that blends with the music of other worlds—to complete God’s orchestra.
    It is greater than the stars—that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon. Oh! I could weep at being left by the wayside; left with the grass and the clouds
    and a few dumb animals. True, I feel at home in the society of these symbols of life’s immutability. In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could
    not hear the rhythm of the march. Salve! ye dumb hearts. Let us be still and wait by the roadside.

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