Vanity Fair: A Novel Without a Hero, Band 1Estes & Lauriat, 1891 Scorned for her lack of money and breeding, Becky must use all her wit, charm and considerable sex appeal to escape her drab destiny as a governess. From London's ballrooms to the battlefields of Waterloo, the bewitching Becky works her wiles on a gallery of memorable characters, including her lecherous employer, Sir Pitt, his rich sister, Miss Crawley, and Pitt's dashing son, Rawdon, the first of Becky's misguided sexual entanglements. |
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Seite 222 - 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-by, colonel — God bless you, honest William ! — Farewell, dear Amelia — Grow green again, tender little parasite, round the rugged old oak to which you cling...
Seite 45 - Oh, be humble, my brother, in your prosperity! Be gentle with those / who are less lucky, if not more deserving. Think, what right have you to be scornful, whose virtue is a deficiency of temptation, whose success may be a chance, whose rank may be an ancestor's accident, whose prosperity is very likely a satire.
Seite 213 - 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 sergeani* make no mistakes in their accounts.
Seite 228 - 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 pup pets, for our play is played out.
Seite 124 - Which of us can point out and say that was the culmination — that was the summit of human joy! But at all events, this couple were very decently contented, and enjoyed as pleasant a summer tour as any pair that left England that year. Georgy was always present at the play, but it was the Major who put Emmy's shawl on after the entertainment; and in the walks and excursions the young lad would be on ahead, and up a tower-stair or a tree, whilst the soberer couple were below, the Major smoking his...
Seite 121 - Fair scenes of peace and sunshine — noble purple mountains, whose crests are reflected in the magnificent stream — who has ever seen you, that has not a grateful memory of those scenes of friendly repose and 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 chestnut-trees, with...
Seite 216 - He never cared for you. He used to sneer about you to me, time after time ; and made love to me the week after he married you.
Seite 160 - Moore Carew. Her taste for disrespectability grew more and more remarkable. She became a perfect Bohemian ere long, herding with people whom it would make your hair stand on end to meet. 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 Sheriff's Court — young gentlemen of very good family often, only that the latter disowns them: frequenters of billiard-rooms and estaminets, patrons of foreign...
Seite 174 - Jos, too, was a good deal frightened and affected at seeing his old flame in this condition. And she began, forthwith, to tell her story — a tale so neat, simple, and artless, that it was quite evident from hearing her, that if ever there was a whiterobed angel escaped from heaven to be subject to the infernal machinations and villany of fiends here below, that spotless being — that miserable unsullied martyr, was present on the bed before Jos — on the bed, sitting on the brandy-bottle.
Seite 57 - ... by pretty roadside inns, where the signs hung on the elms, and horses and waggoners were drinking under the chequered shadow of the trees ; by old halls and parks ; rustic hamlets clustered round ancient grey churches — and through the charming friendly English landscape. Is there any in the world like it ? To a traveller returning home it looks so kind — it seems to shake hands with you as you pass through it.