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Title: The Awakening and Selected Short Stories

Author: Kate Chopin

Release Date: March 11, 2006 [EBook #160]

Language: English

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THE AWAKENING

AND SELECTED SHORT STORIES

by Kate Chopin

With an Introduction by Marilynne Robinson

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

THE AWAKENING

I

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.

He stopped before the door of his own cottage, which was the fourth one
from the main building and next to the last. Seating himself in a wicker
rocker which was there, he once more applied himself to the task of
reading the newspaper. The day was Sunday; the paper was a day old. The
Sunday papers had not yet reached Grand Isle. He was already acquainted
with the market reports, and he glanced restlessly over the editorials
and bits of news which he had not had time to read before quitting New
Orleans the day before.

Mr. Pontellier wore eye-glasses. H