Laura's attempt at trying to use an English idiom reveals that she is eager to try English phrases and expressions.
She says "There's no use trying to drink spilt milk," and even though her use of the idiom is incorrect (it should be - there's no use crying over spilt milk), she still really wants to try and better her English speaking skills, which is always quite commendable.
Sylvia runs home with dollar signs in her eyes but realizes that she physically can't "tell the heron's secret and give its life away" (2.13). It's never explicitly stated why she does this, but we'd peg her obvious love of nature as Exhibit A and her intense experience atop the oak tree as Exhibit B (for more on this tree experience, check out the "Symbolism, Imagery, Allegory" section—there's more there than meets the eye).
Although Sylvia remains in the forest, she never forgets the hunter, nor is she ever quite sure that she's made the right choice. Although Sylvia is a proto-hippie country gal at heart, she knows that the hunter represented a very different path her life could've taken, and as the story ends, she still wonders where it might have taken her. It doesn't exactly reek of regret, but seems more like a sort of forlorn daydream about what might have been. But hey—we all do that sometimes.
Answer:
Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Explanation:
So this one is fairly different from the other one, it's a book that was originally written in French. It's about a man named Jean who goes to jail for a long time for stealing bread. He later gets out years later, and struggles finding shelter and a job because he used to be in jail. Anyways, he meets a guy who offers him shelter, and Jean later steals his silver to sell it, the man finds out but kind of allows him because he knows he's suffering.
This is all I know so far because I'm not done reading it, (it's a very big book) but I like it so far.
Also the book was written in 1845, it's old, but interesting. :D
I say Tragedy.
I have read Edgar Allan Poe‘s “Annabel Lee”
That saying, during the whole poem, I had the vibe of tragedy rather than terror. He is losing his precious Annabel. Which is more “devastating” or “tragic” if you will. So I go with B.
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