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ANALYSIS OF A DILL PICKLE (Short story by Katherine Mansfield) A dill pickle is short story which tells about a woman who meets again with his beloved former that she hasn’t seen for six years. They were met again at the Café unintentionally. She is Vera. A woman who is really loved the man, but she also was broken the relationship with him. She came from rich family. It can see when she had a little pot of caviar which had cost seven and six pence. She really likes playing piano. On the other hand, the man who is really loved Vera too, came from poor family. But it changes after six years later and he go around to many countries. He often interrupts the conversation, especially with Vera. It made Vera hate him. That his habit …show more content…

Incredible! He didn't know her! She smiled; he frowned. She came towards him. He closed his eyes an instant, but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a match in a dark room. He laid down the orange and pushed back his chair, and she took her little warm hand out of her muff and gave it to him. "Vera!" he exclaimed. "How strange. Really, for a moment I didn't know you. Won't you sit down? You've had lunch? Won't you have some coffee?" She hesitated, but of course she meant to. "Yes, I'd like some coffee." And she sat down opposite him. "You've changed. You've changed very much," he said, staring at her with that eager, lighted look. "You look so well. I've never seen you look so well before." "Really?" She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. "I don't feel very well. I can't bear this weather, you know." "Ah, no. You hate the cold. . . . " "Loathe it." She shuddered. "And the worst of it is that the older one grows . . . " He interrupted her. "Excuse me," and tapped on the table for the waitress. "Please bring some coffee and cream." To her: "You are sure you won't eat anything? Some fruit, perhaps. The fruit here is very good." "No, thanks. Nothing." "Then that's settled." And smiling just a hint too broadly he took up the orange again. "You were saying–the older one grows–" "The colder," she laughed. But she was thinking how well she remembered that trick of his–the trick of interrupting her–and of how it used to

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