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Se la representa como una mujer que odia los quehaceres de la casa y está constantemente fuera de ella, de día y de noche. La pintura más común es aquella en que la mujer arenga en una especie de asamblea a algunas de su sexo, mientras su marido se dedica a barrer la casa y entretener al bebé que llora.
As this bitter thought taunted and stung her, she uttered a low cry of anguish and shame. "What is the matter? Don't cry, it will spoil your pretty eyes." Regina turned quickly, and saw little Llora Carew standing near, and arrayed only in her long white night dress, and pink rosetted slippers. "Llora, how came you out of bed? You ought to have been asleep three hours ago." "So I was.
Matilde comienza ya a padecer los inconvenientes de su posición: humíllala el casero, humíllala una antigua compañera de colegio, marquesa, que vive en la misma casa, y que dice que una cosa es casarse, y otra enamorarse; en lo cual no parece su señoría un si es no es verde y alegre de cascos: humíllala, en fin, una vecinilla ordinaria entre cotorra y contrabandista: llora Matilde y conoce su yerro.
At this apparition the man, starting up in his ecstasy, struck the beasts with his fists, and overthrew them. Then the vision, gliding along in a manner difficult to understand, and therefore the more admired, sang these words in Spanish sufficiently pure for the English sailors who were present: "Ora! llora! De palabra Nace razon. De luz el son."
She has been asleep once; but Miss Regina pets her a good deal, and had her in the library singing to her." "Mr. Palma, shall I kiss you good-night?" asked the pretty creole, lifting her curly head from her "mammie's" shoulder. "Good-night, Llora. Such tender birds should have been in their nests long before this. I shall go and scold Miss Orme for keeping you awake so late."
Carew must allow me the pleasure of presenting my ward Miss Orme, who has most unpardonably detained us from our soup." The stranger smiled and offered her hand. "Ah, Miss Orme! I shall never pardon you for stealing the only heart whose loyalty I claim. My little Llora saw you at Mrs.
For the first time within his recollection he distrusted his power of self-restraint, and rising passed quickly into his own room, and thence after some moments out into the hall. Near the stairs he met the mulatto nurse carrying Llora in her arms. "Does Mrs. Carew permit that child to sit up so late?" "Oh no, sir!
Ending, she came back to the hearth, and Llora clasped her tiny hands, and chirped: "Oh, so sweet! When you get to heaven, don't you reckon you will sit in the choir? Once more, oh! do, please." "What a hungry little beggar you are! Come, sit in my lap, and I will hum you a dear little tune. Then you must positively scamper away to bed, or your mamma will scold us both, and your mammie also."
He was rising to declare his presence, when Llora came in, and somewhat vexed at the contretemps he awaited the result. As Regina knelt on the rug and opened her arms, the pretty child sprang into them, kissed her cheeks, and assured her repeatedly that she loved her very dearly, that she was the loveliest girl she ever saw, especially in that gauze dress.
He was smiling very proudly just then, but beginning to suspect that he had tortured her cruelly by the tacit imposture to which he had assented, his eyes dimmed at the thought of her suffering. She misinterpreted the smile, and quickly rallied. "Mr. Palma, I hope you brought Llora also with you?" "No. Why should I? She is much better off at home with her mother."
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