“Not like that, Marci. Like this.” The tutor demonstrates for the little girl. “To pronounce the uvular or guttural voiced “r” heard in French or German, you must first lower the tip of your tongue. See! Like this.”
Miss Van Doehren places her tongue so it touches the back of her lower front teeth and opens her mouth, wide. Marci fights an impulse to gaze out the take flight.
She watches the strange woman before her, hypnotically. Looking at the blond and gray bun piled on the top of her head. Forming letters with her mouth as her eyes grow glassy. She stares straight at the woman without expression.
“Then, you raise the back part of your tongue, like this.” Miss Van Doehren warbles a gurgling sound and suddenly makes a “k” and
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"No, dear. We had automobiles, even when I was young.”
She sighs and glares at the fluted pilasters that frame the doors, recalling similar pilasters in Argentina. Her daughter’s voice carries into the room as she walks over and straightensd the Hermès throw, tossed over the back of the sofa. She stops and listens to her daughter’s pronunciation for a moment and clenches her jaw. “Today, I heard one of your distant cousins was also known for lassoing cows. No?”
Edward grins. She is really itching for a fight. He puts the paper down. “Did you do anything else interesting today, dear? Other than observe San Francisco's historical gossip?”
Miss Van Doehren’s voice rises slightly. “No, child. Not like that. Like this.”
Giordanna watches the child stretch her mouth. She glares at her husband, cools herself and answers, “Not really. I will have a hair appointment tomorrow, though. Could you please have your driver take me to Herolds?”
He smiles at his wife's cattiness, amused by the games she plays sometimes. “Certainly, dear.” Then, he focuses on a particular article about a well-known fruit company moving refrigeration equipment to Central America. He makes a mental note to contact
Trying not to laugh, she begins scrunching up one side of her face so as the corner of her lips try and touch her eye.
“I want to open myself! They turn to her, startled. She is enraptured, as though
With her hands wiggling , feet shaking , and her heart beating she says “ I have to speak with you to for a minute please.”
I am on the hospital bed laying here thinking what did i do to deserve such a horrible life.
From this monologue analysis, it has been discovered that Catherine is a very dramatic and somewhat childish character as is shown because on page 91, Nelly says “…our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child!”(Bronte 91). Catherine acts very childish to shut herself in her room for several days because of argument with her husband. Also, her dramatic characteristic is shown because her monologue jumps around a lot in topics, from what happened when she entered her room to her anger at Edger to her sadness with grief, to her derangement, to again her anger at Edger. The knowledge of these characteristics can help perform the interpretation like how Catherine would act it out to Nelly, very dramatic and emotional. It can also be concluded
"Ohhh, you should tell me about it later, when you look presentable." She insulted. Damn her. I gave a tired nod before turning my attention to Mr. Harland who was about to begin speaking.
“Theodore please come to the front of the class” miss Ross said with the mean miss Ross said with the mean Grall. I slowly walk to the front of the room as the rest of the class watched. As I arrived to the front of the class Miss Ross was holding a piece of chalk in her hand and said “Theodore please recite the alphabet for the whole class to see and then write the alphabet on the chalkboard”. I took the chalk from Miss Ross's hand slowly and gently. I started to write A bunch of lines and chicken scratch on the blackboard with many screeches and laughs and taps of the foot from Miss Ross. I'm going to decline side so bad but the whole class was watching and so I just turned around with discouraged look and handed the chalk back to Miss Ross.
Forgiveness is all I have left for Daniel, and for Jo-Anne. It is, after all, forgiveness that has set me free from them. When Jo-Anne came into my life, the impact of my infertility intensified. I thought she was better than me, that she was blessed with a baby and I was nothing more than a barren, married loser. Having forgiven her, I can forgive myself—love myself and my body.
and heaves the huge blade at her head. She sees his surprise as his sword
Little Anne Marie kicked her feet, staring down at the kid’s menu in front of her. “Uh…I won’t…bite the dentist?”
The car ride was stressful for her. Her little brother had to pick up his friend. She complained, saying “why couldn’t he get a ride to our house before hand?”, but her mother shushed her. She was anxious, she didn’t want to miss one thing from her day, and she most definitely did not want to be late. After waiting for what seemed like forever, the small
“Is everything okay over here?” She inquired. Seeing the angry look on the youngest one’s face, she takes a step back. Upon seeing the brand on the back of the letters, she quickly moves to get a better look.
Kelly turns around to look uptown. She immediately snaps her head back front, stunned and scared.
“Wow, this unbelievable, who are they guarding? Sally said. She snuggled upon grandma’s lap. I don’t have a clue. “
"Readyreadyready," the female next to him said with a quiet giggle, her lips quirking up in a small smile at the mention of fire. "Yesfire, yesfire..." Her voice trailed off to almost silence, lips appearing to be barely moving, J 'arock probably hearing murmurs of gibberish as she began talking more of less to herself.