| Katherine Chopin: A Pair of Silk Stockings - page 07 | 
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| There were 
                                    books and magazines piled up in the window 
                                    of a stall a few paces down the street. Mrs. 
                                    Sommers bought two high-priced magazines such 
                                    as she had been accustomed to read in the 
                                    days when she had been accustomed to other 
                                    pleasant things. She carried them without 
                                    wrapping. As well as she could she lifted 
                                    her skirts at the crossings. Her stockings 
                                    and boots and well fitting gloves had worked 
                                    marvels in her bearing--had given her a feeling 
                                    of assurance, a sense of belonging to the 
                                    well-dressed multitude.
                                     She was very hungry. Another time she would have stilled the cravings for food until reaching her own home, where she would have brewed herself a cup of tea and taken a snack of anything that was available. But the impulse that was guiding her would not suffer her to entertain any such thought. There was a restaurant at the corner. She 
                                      had never entered its doors; from the outside 
                                      she had sometimes caught glimpses of spotless 
                                      damask and shining crystal, and soft-stepping 
                                      waiters serving people of fashion.  | 
Dans 
                                      les fenetres d' un magazin quelques pas 
                                      descendant la rue il il y avait des livres 
                                      et des journaux entassé. Mrs Sommer 
                                      achetait deux journaux bon marché, 
                                      ceux dont elle était accoutumé 
                                      à lire au temps quand elle était 
                                      accoutumé à d' autres plaisir 
                                      aussi.  Elle était affamé. Normalement elle suprimerait son désir de manger jusqu' à ce qu' elle soit arrivé chez lui, où elle se ferait une tasse de thé et prendrait un snack, quelque chose que s' y trouve par hazard. Mais le sentiment qui le dirigeait ne la laissait meme pas penser à ca. Un restaurant se trouvait au coin. Jusqu' 
                                      à maintenant elle n' y avait jamais 
                                      entrer. De dehors elle avait jeter un coup 
                                      d' oeil sur le damask impecable, les verres 
                                      brillants et les servants silencieux servant 
                                      des gens habillés à la mode. 
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| vocabulary | vocabulaire | |
| to pile up | entasser | |
| stall | le magazin | |
| to accustom oneself to sth. | s' accoutumer à quelque chose | |
| wrapping | l' empaquetage | |
| marvel | le miracle | |
| assurance | l' assurance | |
| craving | le désir | |
| to brew | rechauffer | |
| glimpse | le regard | |
| waiter | le servant | |
| fashion | la mode | 
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