Illustrating the Text It
was a pictorial sheet, and Jo examined the work of art nearest her, idly
wondering what fortuitous concatenation of circumstances needed the
melodramatic illustration of an Indian in full war costume, tumbling over a
precipice with a wolf at his throat, while two infuriated young gentlemen,
with unnaturally small feet and big eyes, were stabbing each other close by,
and a disheveled female was flying away in the background with her mouth
wide open. Pausing to turn a page, the lad saw her looking and, with boyish
good nature offered half his paper, saying bluntly, want to read it? That's
a first-rate story.
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
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