Developing charachter
...SAGES QUOTED? BE SURE TO USE QUOTATION MARKS AROUND ALL QUOTES. TO USE SOMEONE ELSE’S WORDS AND NOT USE QUOTATION MARKS IS PLAGIARISM. As Miss Emily became older ADD A COMMA – INTRODUCTORY CLAUSE she barely went out and the town’s people rarely visited her. After her father’s death she went out very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all. (469) A few of the ladies had the temerity to call, but were not received, and the only sign of life about the place was the Negro man –a young man then- going in and out with a market basket.(469) She was sick for a long time. When we saw her again, her hair was cut short, making her look like a girl, with a vague resemblance to those angels in colored church windows-sort of tragic and serene. (470) This sentence really makes me believe the narrator is one of the town’s people. This would also be the main characters opposite otherwise know as the antagonist. She was over thirty then, still a slight woman, though thinner than usual; with cold, haughty black eyes in a face imagine a lighthouse-keeper’s face out to look. (470) Towards the end of her life she was never seen outside the home and no one ever visited her. She had become poor and a recluse, except for her manservant. To the effect, that she no longer went out at all. SENTENCE FRAGMENT (468) A deputation waited upon her, knocked at the door through which no visitor had passed since she ceased giving china-painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. (468) When her father died, it got about that the house was all that was left to and in a way, people were glad. At last they could pity Miss Emily. Being left alone; and a pauper, she had become humanized. Now she too would know the old thrill and the old despair of a penny more or less. (469) The town’s people in this story are know as flat or stock characters. We don’t DO NOT USE CONTRACTIONS IN FORMAL WRITING really know anything about them, just that they exist. Now she was a small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a varnished gold head. Her skeleton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been. Merely plumpness in another was obesity in her. Her eyes, lost in the fatty ridges of her face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed into a lump of dough. (468) That was the last we seen of Miss Emily, her Negro man went in and out the back with the market basket, but the front door remained closed. (472) Now and then we would see her at a window for a moment, but for almost 6 months she did not appear on the streets. (472) And so she died, Fell ill...