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Updated: May 31, 2025
When the journalist tried to joke her on this conversion, Mademoiselle Antonia turned upon him. "Hold your tongue," she said; "you never in your life wrote a sentence like what she said to me." "What did she say to you?" "'Go, my child, said that old woman, 'the ways of God are beautiful, and little known; there is often more of a saint in a Magdalen than in a nun."
It was there I first saw him, sitting on a low bench by the door, his plush cap in his hands, his bare feet tucked apologetically under the seat. After Mr. Shimerda discovered the Russians, he went to see them almost every evening, and sometimes took Ántonia with him.
The marble medallion in the wall, in the antique style, representing a veiled woman seated with her hands clasped loosely over her knees, commemorates that unfortunate young gentleman who sailed out with Nostromo on that fatal night, sir. See, 'To the memory of Martin Decoud, his betrothed Antonia Avellanos. Frank, simple, noble. There you have that lady, sir, as she is. An exceptional woman.
and, without a moment's hesitation, the answer came in a chorus of enthusiastic cadences "No hero will bend, no Mexican bow; Our country in tears sends her sons to the fight, To conquer, or die, for our land and our right." "You see, the Mexicans think THEY are in the right THEY are patriots also, Antonia."
But you have just been talking with Antonia. Don't you love her?" "Oh, no," I replied hastily. "Or, at any rate, not in the same way that I love you." "Not in the same way. That's another remark that I can't see any sense in. I must say for myself that I have but one way in which to love, and that is with my whole heart, without reserve or qualification.
In the room were some Americans, and the face of one young girl reminded him a little of Antonia. Fainter and fainter grew the incident; it seemed to have its right proportions. Two hours later, looking at the clock, he found that it was lunch-time.
Harling was a little cool toward me, because I continued to champion Antonia. What was there for me to do after supper? Usually I had learned next day's lessons by the time I left the school building, and I couldn't sit still and read forever. In the evening I used to prowl about, hunting for diversion. There lay the familiar streets, frozen with snow or liquid with mud.
My first trip was to the post-office, and the next day I went over to take Yulka and Ántonia for a sleigh-ride. It was a bright, cold day. I piled straw and buffalo robes into the box, and took two hot bricks wrapped in old blankets. When I got to the Shimerdas’ I did not go up to the house, but sat in my sleigh at the bottom of the draw and called.
He was hungry, and it seemed that his efficiency extended to a knowledge of how a dinner should be served. He took his seat at the end of the table where the roast was, and the carving implements. At Sylvia's place there was a percolator, and the coffee-cups, and the sugar and cream. Antonia, wizened and dark, came and went silently.
The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment.
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