Another time she would have stilled the cravings for food until reaching her own home, where she would have brewed herself a cup of tea and taken a snack of anything that was available. She looked down to see that her hand lay upon a pile of silk stockings. The clerk could not make her out; he could not reconcile her shoes with her stockings, and she was not too easily pleased. Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. But she went on feeling the soft, sheeny luxurious things—with both hands now, holding them up to see them glisten, and to feel them glide serpent-like through her fingers. It was like a dream ended. If you liked this story, please share it with others: What a very small parcel it was!

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A man with keen eyes, who sat opposite to her, seemed to like the study of her small, pale face. She smiled, just as if she had been asked to inspect a tiara of diamonds with the ultimate view of purchasing it. As well as she could she lifted her skirts at the crossings. She pretended to be examining their texture, which the clerk assured her was excellent. Sommers did to her surroundings. She looked up at the girl. She felt like lying back in the cushioned chair and reveling for a while in the luxury of it. Sommers had been fitted with gloves. The vision of her little brood looking fresh and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and made her restless and wakeful with anticipation. She could elbow her way if need be; she had learned to clutch a piece of goods and hold it and stick to it with persistence and determination till her turn came to be served, no matter when it came. Sommers was one who knew the value of bargains; who could stand for hours making her way inch by inch toward the desired object that was selling below cost. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. She had never entered its doors; from the outside she had sometimes caught glimpses of spotless damask and shining crystal, and soft-stepping waiters serving people of fashion. She was not thinking at all. She gathered in the whole—stage and players and people in one wide impression, and absorbed it and enjoyed it. In truth, he saw nothing-unless he were wizard enough to detect a poignant wish, a powerful longing that the cable car would never stop anywhere, but go on and on with her forever. When she entered her appearance created no surprise, no consternation, as she had half feared it might. Here was a light-blue pair; there were some lavender, some all black and various shades of tan and gray. And they talked a little together over it. Sommers had known before she had ever thought of being Mrs. She had swallowed a light luncheon—no! Her foot and ankle looked very pretty. Another time she would have stilled the cravings for food until reaching her own home, where she would have brewed herself a cup of tea and taken a snack of anything that was available. She laughed at the comedy and wept—she and the gaudy woman next to her wept over the tragedy. It puzzled him to decipher what he saw there.

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  • Zolobei
    01.10.2018 at 04:26
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    She had intended to make the old ones do by skilful patching. Here, in a retired corner, she exchanged her cotton stockings for the new silk ones which she had just bought.

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  • Maladal
    10.10.2018 at 18:18
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    Here, in a retired corner, she exchanged her cotton stockings for the new silk ones which she had just bought.

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  • Zulujora
    20.10.2018 at 16:04
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    For a day or two she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, but really absorbed in speculation and calculation.

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  • Gorg
    21.10.2018 at 16:20
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    She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But the impulse that was guiding her would not suffer her to entertain any such thought.

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  • Yozshujind
    22.10.2018 at 19:28
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    She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. It seemed lost in the depths of her shabby old shopping-bag.

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