"It is sold, I tell you-sold and gone, too.
His eyes were fixed upon Della.
Della held the silver chain in her hand and sat near the door.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
She mutters an imprecation to God so that Jim will think she is still pretty.Instead of obeying, Jim fell on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.Shall I put the meat on, Jim?".There was an expression in them that she could not read, and it frightened her.Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you.It takes place on Christmas Eve, and follows a manual del soldador german hernandez riesco pdf young woman as she tries her best to buy her husband a worthwhile Christmas present, in spite of the fact that she has very little money.A furnished flat at 8 per week.There was a tall glass mirror between the windows of the room. ."If Jim doesn't kill me she said to herself, "beforehe takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a ConeyIsland chorus girl.The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during aformer period of prosperity when its possessor was beingpaid 30 per week.
His face can only be described as bearing a mask of melancholy disbelief.
Only.87 to buy a present forJim.
One dollar and eighty-sevencents.He needed anew overcoat and he was without gloves.You don't know what a nicewhat abeautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, asif he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after thehardest mental labor.Whichinstigates the moral reflection that life is made up ofsobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.Della doubled the fob chain in herhand and sat on the corner of the table near the door thathe always entered.Down came the beautiful brown waterfall of hair.The dull preciousmetal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright andardent spirit.It is like brown sable and falls in caressing folds to below her knees.