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Mr Pontellier finally lit a cigar and began to s idly froaze upon a white sunshade that

was advancing at snail's pace froaunt trunks of the water-oaks and across the stretch of

yellow ca hazily into the blue

of the horizon The sunshade continued to approach slowly Beneath its

pink-lined shelter were his wife, Mrs Pontellier, and young Robert

Lebrun When they reached the cottage, the two seated themselves with

soue upon the upper step of the porch, facing each

other, each leaning against a supporting post

"What folly! to bathe at such an hour in such heat!" exclaiht That hy the

nition," he added, looking at his wife as one

looks at a valuable piece of personal property which has suffered so, shapely hands, and surveyed the up her fawn sleeves above the wrists Looking at

theiven to her husband

before leaving for the beach She silently reached out to his from his vest pocket and dropped theers; then clasping

her knees, she looked across at Robert and began to laugh The rings