Vanity Fair: A Novel Without a Hero

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Thomas Nelson and Sons, 1848 - 784 lappuses

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Saturs

I
xi
II
3
IV
13
V
24
VI
32
VII
48
VIII
60
IX
76
XLII
382
XLIII
402
XLV
416
XLVI
428
XLVII
446
XLVIII
462
XLIX
474
LI
486

XI
88
XII
97
XIII
105
XIV
113
XV
131
XVI
140
XVII
158
XVIII
179
XIX
189
XX
200
XXI
211
XXIII
224
XXIV
235
XXVI
248
XXVII
260
XXVIII
269
XXIX
276
XXX
292
XXXI
315
XXXII
325
XXXIII
332
XXXIV
344
XXXV
355
XXXVI
355
XXXVIII
355
XL
370
LIII
499
LIV
507
LVI
519
LVIII
532
LX
543
LXI
552
LXIII
562
LXIV
576
LXVI
585
LXVIII
597
LXX
621
LXXII
642
LXXIII
654
LXXIV
671
LXXV
687
LXXVII
697
LXXVIII
713
LXXIX
725
LXXX
732
LXXXI
747
LXXXII
761
LXXXIV
776
LXXXV
794
LXXXVI
803
LXXXVII
820

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593. 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.
374. lappuse - No more firing was heard at Brussels — the pursuit rolled miles away. Darkness came down on the field and city : and Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart.
19. lappuse - The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you ; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion ; and so let all young persons take their choice.
500. lappuse - ... was to continue with her until she should sink to the grave in a polite old age, leaving regrets and a great quantity of consols behind her — as if there were not cares and duns, schemes, shifts, and poverty, waiting outside the park gates, to pounce upon her when she issued into the world again " It isn't difficult to be a country gentleman's wife," Rebecca thought. " I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year.
837. lappuse - The bird has come in at last. There it is with its head on his shoulder, billing and cooing close up 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-bye, Colonel. — God bless you, honest William ! — Farewell, dear Amelia. — Grow green again, tender little parasite, round the rugged old oak to which you cling !...
567. lappuse - People were suffocated in the pit, shrieks and groans rising up amidst the writhing and shouting mass there of his people who were, and indeed showed themselves almost to be, ready to die for him. Yes, we saw him. Fate cannot deprive us of that. Others have seen Napoleon. Some few still exist who have beheld Frederick the Great, Doctor Johnson, Marie Antoinette, &c. — be it our reasonable boast to our children, that we saw George the Good, the Magnificent, the Great.
788. lappuse - There is no town of any mark in Europe but it has its little colony of English raffs — men whose names Mr. Hemp the officer reads out periodically at the Sheriffs' Court — young gentlemen of very good family often, only that the latter disowns them ; frequenters of billiard-rooms and estaminets, patrons of foreign races and gaming-tables. They people the debtors...
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152. lappuse - ... as manly simplicity; worshipped his selfishness as manly superiority; treated his stupidity as majestic gravity, and used him as the brilliant fairy Titania did a certain weaver at Athens. I think I have seen such comedies of errors going on in the world.