...l young men, always lead?” she said, knitting her brows; and taking up the crochet work that was lying on the table, she began drawing the hook out of... ...t life, and I didn’t like it.” She held the work in her hands, but did not crochet, and looked at him with strange, shining, and hostile eyes. “This m... ...ble to me...” She turned away from him, pulled the hook at last out of the crochet work, and rapidly, with the help of her forefinger, began working l...

...t is a summer evening, after sunset. REBECCA WEST is sitting by the window crocheting a large white woollen shawl, which is nearly completed. From tim... ... Helseth. Gone home? What was wrong with him, miss? Rebecca (taking up her crochet-work). He prophesied that there was a heavy storm brewing— Mrs. Hel... ...ing some small articles in a travelling-bag. Her cloak, hat, and the white crochetted shawl are hanging on the back of the couch. MRS. HELSETH comes i...

...e better than sitting idle all the evening. We have no book, and I lost my crochet at Florence.” “Good. Miss Abbott, you are coming too?” “It is very ...

...and, in front of it, a table, with a large lamp, which stood on a piece of crochet work, and the paper shade of which was burnt on one side. The chief... ...f noticed Katusha’s blue shawl, Vera Doukhova’s black coat, and Simonson’s crochet cap, white worsted stockings, with bands, like those of san- dals, ... ...pillow. “This is Katie,” said the mother, straightening the white and blue crochet coverlet, from under which a little white foot pushed itself langui...