to bed with an objet d'art.
And his love of art ( ) filled her with a faint derision
( : //
/ /; derision , ); after all she was a
creator ( - , ), when all was said and done
(, : ) he was only the
public ( ). He wished her to elope with him (
, ). They would buy a villa at Sorrento on the bay
of Naples ( , ), with a large
garden ( ), and they would have a schooner ( )
so that they could spend long days ( ) on the
beautiful wine-coloured sea ( - ; wine
). Love and beauty and art (// , ); the
world well lost ( : ).
"The damned fool ( )," she thought ( ). "As if I'd give up
my career ( ) to bury myself in some hole in Italy
( - )!"
derision [dI'rIZ(q)n] creator [krI'eItq] villa ['vIlq] schooner ['sku:nq]
And his love of art filled her with a faint derision; after all she was a creator,
When all was said and done he was only the public. He wished her to elope
With him. They would buy a villa at Sorrento on the bay of Naples, with a
Large garden, and they would have a schooner so that they could spend long
Days on the beautiful wine-coloured sea. Love and beauty and art; the world
Well lost.
"The damned fool," she thought. "As if I'd give up my career to bury myself
in some hole in Italy!"
She persuaded him ( ) that she had a duty to Michael (
), and then there was the baby ( ,
); she couldn't let him grow up ( ,
) with the burden on his young life (
) that his mother was a bad woman ( :
). Orange trees or no orange trees (
), she would never have a moment's peace (
: ) in
that beautiful Italian villa ( ) if she was
tortured by the thought of Michael's unhappiness (
) and her baby being looked after by strangers ( ,
). One couldn't only think of oneself
( ), could one ( )? One had to think of others
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too ( ). She was very sweet and womanly
( ). She sometimes asked Charles (
) why he did not arrange a divorce with his wife (
; to arrange ,
) and marry some nice woman ( -
). She could not bear the thought (
) of his wasting his life over her (/ /,
).
persuade [pq'sweId] orange ['OrIndZ] divorce [dI'vO:s]
She persuaded him that she had a duty to Michael, and then there was the
baby; she couldn't let him grow up with the burden on his young life that his
Mother was a bad woman. Orange trees or no orange trees, she would never
have a moment's peace in that beautiful Italian villa if she was tortured by the
thought of Michael's unhappiness and her baby being looked after by
strangers. One couldn't only think of oneself, could one? One had to think of
Others too. She was very sweet and womanly. She sometimes asked Charles
Why he did not arrange a divorce with his wife and marry some nice woman.
