Vanity Fair: A Novel Without a HeroBelford, Clarke & Company, 1884 |
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VANITY FAIR A NOVEL W/O A HERO William Makepeace 1811-1863 Thackeray Priekšskatījums nav pieejams - 2016 |
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admired Amelia asked Bareacres Baronet Becky Becky Sharp Becky's blushed Brighton brother Brussels Bute Crawley Captain Dobbin carriage child Chiswick Crawley's cried curtsey daughter dear delight dinner door drawing-room Emmy eyes face father fellow Firkin Frederick Bullock French Gaunt gave George Osborne George's girl give Glorvina hand happy heard heart honest honor horses husband Jos's kind kissed knew Lady Crawley Lady Jane laughed letter little Rawdon looked Lord Steyne Madame Major Dobbin mamma married Miss Briggs Miss Crawley Miss Osborne Miss Sedley Miss Sharp morning mother never night O'Dowd old gentleman Osborne's passed play poor pretty Pumpernickel Queen's Crawley Rawdon Crawley Rebecca regiment round Russell Square Sambo Sedley's servants sister smile Southdown stairs Street sure talk Tapeworm tell thought told took Vanity Fair walked wife window woman women young ladies
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682. lappuse - There it is with its head on his shoulder, billing and cooing close to his heart, with soft outstretched fluttering wings. This is what he has asked for every day and hour for eighteen years. This is what he pined after. Here it is — the summit, the end — the last page of the third volume. Good-by, C'olonel — God bless you, honest William ! — -Farewell, dear Amelia — Grow green again, tender little parasite, round the rugged old oak to which you cling!
10. lappuse - ... would cry over a dead canary -bird ; or over a mouse, that the cat haply had seized upon ; or over the end of a novel, were it ever so stupid...
525. lappuse - Rawdon left her and walked home rapidly. It was nine o'clock at night. He ran across the streets, and the great squares of Vanity Fair, and at length came up breathless opposite his own house. He started back and fell against the railings, trembling as he looked up. The drawing-room windows were blazing with light. She had said that she was in bed and ill.
522. lappuse - Colonel how he had slep ? and she brought him in the Morning Post, with the names of all the great people who had figured at Lord Steyne's entertainment the night before. It contained a brilliant account of the festivities, and of the beautiful and accomplished Mrs. Rawdon Crawley's admirable personifications. After a lively chat with this lady (who sat on the edge of the...
42. lappuse - ... stupefied look, his dog's-eared primer, and his tight corduroys. High and low, all made fun of him. They sewed up those corduroys, tight as they were. They cut his bed-strings. They upset buckets and benches, so that he might break his shins over them, which he never failed to do. They sent him parcels, which, when opened, were found to contain the paternal soap and candles. There was no little fellow but had his jeer and joke at Dobbin ; and he bore everything quite patiently, and was entirely...
497. lappuse - They talked about each others' houses, and characters, and families: just as the Joneses do about the Smiths. Becky's former acquaintances hated and envied her: the poor woman herself was yawning in spirit. "I wish I were out of it,
592. lappuse - Scape, lately admitted partner into the great Calcutta House of Fogle, Fake, and Cracksman, in which poor Scape had embarked seventy thousand pounds, the earnings of a long and honourable life, taking Fake's place, who retired to a princely Park in Sussex, (the Fogies have been long out of the firm, and Sir Horace Fogle is about to be raised to the peerage as Baron Bandanna...
28. lappuse - Sharp," said the old gentleman ; but when the l.-ulics had retired after dinner, the wily old fellow said to his son, " Have a care, Joe ; that girl is setting her cap at you.
10. lappuse - Saltire (Lord Dexter's granddaughter) allowed that her figure was genteel ; and as for Miss Swartz, the rich woolly-haired mulatto from St. Kitt's, on the day Amelia went away, she was in such a passion of tears, that they were obliged to send for Dr. Floss, and half tipsify her with salvolatile.
81. lappuse - MacWhirter is any relative. Your wife is perpetually sending her little testimonies of affection, your little girls work endless worsted baskets, cushions, and footstools for her. What a good fire there is in her room when she comes to pay you a visit, although your wife laces her stays without one ! The house during her stay assumes a festive, neat, warm, jovial, snug appearance nofc visible at other seasons.