Word: jealous
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Every few months smart Jap Artist Foujita is a Paris sensation. Not long ago he appeared in Deauville wearing leopard skin trousers, grey suspenders, no shirt and a high silk hat. "Temperament" murmured gullibles. "Poseur!" stormed the jealous. The smart Deauvillites voted him jocularly their "best dressed...
Albertine has blue, almond-shaped eyes and her black hair ripples. Jealous of her girl friends, unable to do without her in her absence yet often feeling bored in her presence, the "I" of the story takes Albertine to live with him in his house. There he discovers that "love ... is what we feel for a person whose actions seem rather to arouse our jealousy." If Albertine arouses her "darling Marcel's" jealousy, it is through small fault of her own, for she most industriously lies to the exhaustive questionnaire he conducts whenever she comes home of an evening...
...other. The work done in courses and the tutorial and individual work done in a student's field of concentration contribute, each in its own measure, toward the education of which the Bachelor's degree is the tangible evidence. But at the last those who give courses become jealous of control over the result. Is it fair to the student, or wholly in keeping with the professed idea of the divisional examination for honors, that he may lose the distinction degree earned in his field because of a failure to meet exactly some prejudice that requires a stated number...
...editor of the Greater Chicago Magazine (real estate). Last week, in court, he waited to discover whether he would have to return to chains. His wife, his one time landlady who, he said, discovered his record, forced him into marriage, had disclosed him at last. Reason: She, 51, was jealous of one Lillian Salo...
...What is so terrible about it?" expostulates her mother. "The shore is wide enough for us to pass by her. . . . You are already jealous of Madame Grill. But, my dear Bella, your husband is after all not a man of that sort. . . . You are the Baroness von Buttlär and I am the widow of General von Palikow. Well, doesn't that mean that we are two fortresses to which people who don't belong to us have no entree? . . . We simply issue a decree?and Madame Grill ceases to exist...