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
XXXIX
382
XL
402
XLII
416
XLIII
428
XLIV
446
XLV
462
XLVI
474
XLVIII
486

X
88
XI
97
XII
105
XIII
113
XIV
131
XV
140
XVI
158
XVII
179
XVIII
189
XIX
200
XX
211
XXI
224
XXII
235
XXIV
248
XXV
260
XXVI
269
XXVII
276
XXVIII
292
XXIX
315
XXX
325
XXXI
332
XXXII
344
XXXIII
355
XXXIV
355
XXXVI
355
XXXVIII
370
L
499
LI
507
LIII
519
LV
532
LVI
543
LVII
552
LVIII
562
LX
576
LXII
585
LXIV
597
LXVI
621
LXVII
642
LXVIII
654
LXX
671
LXXII
687
LXXIV
697
LXXV
713
LXXVI
725
LXXVII
732
LXXIX
747
LXXX
761
LXXXI
776
LXXXII
794
LXXXIII
803
LXXXIV
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...
7. lappuse - HILE the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton's academy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach...
403. lappuse - Cambray, and when she unsewed herself, and let out of her dress all those watches, knickknacks, banknotes, checks, and valuables, which she had secreted in the wadding, previous to her meditated flight from Brussels ! Tuf'to was charmed, and Rawdon roared with delightful laughter, and swore that she was better than any play he ever saw, by Jove. And the way in which she jockeyed Jos, and which she described with infinite fun, carried up his delight to a pitch of quite insane enthusiasm. He believed...
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.