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285. lappuse - Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world ? Which of us has his desire ? or having it, is satisfied ? come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
324. lappuse - I, who were children when the great battle was won and lost, are never tired of hearing and recounting the history of that famous action. Its remembrance rankles still in the bosoms of millions of the countrymen of those brave men who lost the day. They pant for an opportunity of revenging that humiliation; and if a contest, ending in a victory on their part, should ensue, elating them in their turn, and leaving its cursed legacy of hatred and rage behind to us, there is no end to the so-called glory...
80. lappuse - for a title, and that Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions. And while the moralist, who is holding forth on the cover (an accurate portrait of your humble servant) , professes to wear neither gown nor bands, but only the very same long-eared livery in which his congregation is arrayed...
123. lappuse - He was in the ball-dress in which he had been captured the night before. He went silently up the stairs; leaning against the banisters at the stair-head. Nobody was stirring in the house besides all the servants had been sent away. Rawdon heard laughter within laughter and singing. Becky was singing a snatch of the song of the night before: a hoarse voice shouted "Brava! Brava!
123. lappuse - The old gentleman pronounced these aristocratic names with the greatest gusto. Whenever he met a great man he grovelled before him, and my-lorded him as only a freeborn Briton can do. He came home and looked out his history in the Peerage; he introduced his name into his daily conversation; he bragged about his Lordship to his laughters.
85. lappuse - Moreover his mother made him a little coat, and brought it to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.
275. lappuse - Why pine, or be ashamed of my defeat ? ' The more he thought of this long passage of his life, the more clearly he saw his deception. ' I'll go into harness again,' he said, 'and do my duty in that state of life in which it has pleased Heaven to place me. I will see that the buttons of the recruits are properly bright, and that the sergeants make no mistakes in their accounts.
99. lappuse - Louis-Quatorze gimcracks, and old china, park hacks, and splendid high-stepping carriage horses all the delights of life, I say would go to the deuce if people did but act upon their silly principles, and avoid those whom they dislike and abuse. Whereas, by a little charity and mutual forbearance, things are made to go on pleasantly enough.
124. lappuse - You innocent! Why, every trinket you have on your body is paid for by me. I have given you thousands of pounds which this fellow has spent, and for which he has sold you. Innocent, by! You're as innocent as your mother, the balletgirl, and your husband the bully. Don't think to frighten me as you have done others. Make way, sir, and let me pass"; and Lord Steyne seized up his hat, and, with flame in his eyes, and looking his enemy fiercely in the face, marched upon him, never for a moment doubting...