excerpt 1: realism
major carteret, though dressed in brown linen, had thrown off his coat for greater comfort. . long ago, while yet a mere boy in years, he had come back from appomattox to find his family, one of the oldest and proudest in the state, hopelessly impoverished by the war,—even their ancestral home swallowed up in the common ruin.
excerpt 2: romanticism
not wishing to be considered as a prophet of evil omen, jane kept her own counsel in regard to this significant discovery. but later, after the child was several days old, she filled a small vial with water in which the infant had been washed, and took it to a certain wise old black woman, who lived on the farther edge of the town and was well known to be versed in witchcraft and conjuration.
excerpt 3: realism
"now look a-hyuh, doctuh price," returned the old woman in an unctuous [pious] whisper, "you don' wanter come talkin' none er yo' foolishness 'bout my not takin' keer er mis' 'livy. she never would 'a' said sech a thing! "
excerpt 4: realism
at her niece's table she felt at liberty to speak her mind, which she invariably did, with a frankness that sometimes bordered on brutality. she had long ago outgrown the period where ambition or passion, or its partners, envy and hatred, were springs of action in her life, and simply retained a mild enjoyment in the exercise of an old habit, with no active malice whatever.
excerpt 5: romanticism
the table was tastefully decorated with flowers, which grew about the house in lavish profusion. in warm climates nature adorns herself with true feminine vanity.
