The Storm
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1 The leaves were so still that even Bibi thought it was going to rain. Bobint, who was accustomed to conver on terms of perfect equality with his little son, called the child's attention to certain sombre clouds that were rolling with sinister intention from the west, accompanied by a sullen, threatening roar. They were at Friedheimer's store and decided to remain there till the storm had pasd. They sat within the door on two empty kegs. Bibi was four years old and looked very wi.中国进入3g时代
2 "Mama'll be 'fraid, yes, he suggested with blinking eyes.
3 "She'll shut the hou. Maybe she got Sylvie helpin' her this evenin'," Bobint responded reassuringly.
4 "No; she ent got Sylvie. Sylvie was helpin' her yistiday,' piped Bibi.假期的英文
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5 Bobint aro and going across to the counter purchad a can of shrimps, of which Calixta was very fond. Then he retumed to his perch on the keg and sat stolidly holding the can of shrimps while the storm burst. It shook the wooden store and emed to be ripping great furrows in the distant field. Bibi laid his little hand on his father's knee and was not afraid.
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6 Calixta, at home, felt no uneasiness for their safety. She sat at a side window wing furiously on a wing machine. She was greatly occupied and did not notice the approaching storm. But she felt very warm and often stopped to mop her face on which the perspiration gathered in beads. She unfastened her white sacque at the throat. It began to grow dark, and suddenly realizing the situation she got up hurriedly and went about closing windows and doors.
7 Out on the small front gallery she had hung Bobint's Sunday clothes to dry and she hastened out to gather them before the rain fell. As she stepped outside, Alce Laballire ro
de in at the gate. She had not en him very often since her marriage, and never alone. She stood there with Bobint's coat in her hands, and the big rain drops began to fall. Alce rode his hor under the shelter of a side projection where the chickens had huddled and there were plows and a harrow piled up in the corner.
8 "May I come and wait on your gallery till the storm is over, Calixta?" he asked.
9 Come 'long in, M'sieur Alce."
10 His voice and her own startled her as if from a trance, and she ized Bobint's vest. Alce, mounting to the porch, grabbed the trours and snatched Bibi's braided jacket that was about to be carried away by a sudden gust of wind. He expresd an intention to remain outside, but it was soon apparent that he might as well have been out in the open: the water beat in upon the boards in driving sheets, and he went inside, closing the door after him. It was even necessary to put something beneath the door to keep the water out.
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11 "My! what a rain! It's good two years nce it rain' like that," exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alce helped her to thrust it beneath the crack.
12 She was a little fuller of figure than five years before when she married; but she had lost nothing of her vivacity. Her blue eyes still retained their melting quality; and her yellow hair, dishevelled by the wind and rain, kinked more stubbornly than ever about her ears and temples.
13 The rain beat upon the low, shingled roof with a force and clatter that threatened to break an entrance and deluge them there. They were in the dining room the sitting room the general utility room. Adjoining was her bed room, with Bibi's couch along side her own. The door stood open, and the room with its white, monumental bed, its clod shutters, looked dim and mysterious.
14 Alce flung himlf into a rocker and Calixta nervously began to gather up from the floor the lengths of a cotton sheet which she had been wing.
hummingbird15 lf this keeps up, Dieu sait if the levees goin' to stan it!" she exclaimed.
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16 "What have you got to do with the levees?"
17 "I got enough to do! An' there's Bobint with Bibi out in that storm if he only didn' left Friedheimer's!"幼片下载
18 "Let us hope, Calixta, that Bobint's got n enough to come in out of a cyclone."
19 She went and stood at the window with a greatly disturbed look on her face. She wiped the frame that was clouded with moisture. It was stiflingly hot. Alce got up and joined her at the window, looking over her shoulder. The rain was coming down in sheets obscuring the view of far-off cabins and enveloping the distant wood in a gray mist. The playing of the lightning was incessant. A bolt struck a tall chinaberry tree at the edge of the field. It filled all visible space with a blinding glare and the crash emed to invade the very boards they stood upon.
