Vanity Fair: A Novel Without a HeroThomas Nelson and Sons, 1906 - 784 pages |
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Page 315 - 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 hear.t. CHAPTER;
Page 64 - reader- will please to< remember that this history has " Vanity Fair " 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
Page 178 - face, and behind his back, when you know there is a reasonable chance of his hearing it again. Never lose a chance of saying a kind word. As Collingwood never saw a vacant place in his estate but he took an acorn out of his pocket and popped it
Page 49 - a hatchment over the middle drawing-room window; as is the, custom of houses in Great Gaunt Street, in which gloomy locality death seems to reign perpetual The shutters of the first-floor windows of. Sir Pitt's mansion w-ere closed; those of the dining-room were partially open, and the blinds neatly covered up in old newspapers.
Page 554 - she asked. What had happened ? Was she guilty or not ? She said not; but who could tell what was truth which came from those lips, or if that corrupt heart was in this case pure? All her lies and her schemes, all her selfishness and
Page 674 - hideous and slimy, flapping amongst bones, or curling round corpses; but above the water-line, I ask, has not everything been proper, agreeable, and decorous, and has any the most squeamish immoralist in Vanity Fair a right to cry fie? When, however, the siren disappears and dives below, down among the dead men, the water, of
Page 525 - a sparing use of ready money and by paying scarcely anybody —people can manage, for a time at least, to make a great show with very little means ; and it is our belief that Becky's much-talked-of parties, which were not, after all was said, very numerous, cost this lady very little more than the wax
Page 554 - dreary it seemed, how miserable, lonely, and profitless! Should she take laudanum, and end it, too—-have done with all hopes, schemes, debts, and triumphs ? The French maid found her in this position—sitting in the midst of her miserable ruins with clasped hands and dry eyes. The woman was her accomplice and in Steyne's pay. "Man
Page 653 - beauty ? To lay down the pen and even to think of that beautiful Rhineland makes one happy. At this time of summer evening the cows are trooping down from the hills, lowing, and with their bells tinkling, to the old town, with its old moats, and gates, and spires, and