Unit 4: Selection Vocabulary 1

Living in those conditions might have turned someone else rebellious and bitter; it was killing Johnny.

He had never been a coward. He was a good man in a rumble.

Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home—the west side of town was only about twenty miles away—but they wanted to call their parents and have them come and get them.

We’re sophisticated—cool to the point of not feeling anything.

My mother, Eleni Gatzoyiannis, had been imprisoned, tortured, and shot by Communist guerrillas for sending me and three of my four sisters to freedom.

She led me through the door marked “Newspaper Club” and into the presence of Miss Hurd, the newspaper adviser and English teacher who would become my mentor and my muse.

She led me through the door marked “Newspaper Club” and into the presence of Miss Hurd, the newspaper adviser and English teacher who would become my mentor and my muse.

I handed in the essay, hoping never to see it again, but Miss Hurd had it published in the school paper. This mortified me at first, until I saw that my classmates reacted with sympathy and tact to my family’s story.

She was the catalyst that sent me into journalism and indirectly caused all the good things that came after.

The remaining suggestion of garden house is gone now, and the water pump is unobstructed; VINEY pumps water into the pitcher.

ANNIE is filling HELEN’S glass when she notices it; she considers HELEN’S bland expression a moment, then bends, retrieves it, and tucks it around HELEN’S neck again.

She interrupts herself, seeing HELEN deliberately lift off her napkin and drop it again to the floor.

ANNIE contemplates this for a moment, then coming back takes HELEN’S wrists firmly and swings her off the chair.

Oh, Katie, we—had a little talk, Miss Annie feels that if we indulge Helen in these—