The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Količina 19C. Scribner's sons, 1904 |
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... Preston , one of His Majesty's Secretaries of State ( as I knew very well by the almanac in our office ) and the husband of Lady Jane . The Right Hon . Edmund was riding a grey cob , and was a fat pale - faced man , who looked as if he ...
... Preston , one of His Majesty's Secretaries of State ( as I knew very well by the almanac in our office ) and the husband of Lady Jane . The Right Hon . Edmund was riding a grey cob , and was a fat pale - faced man , who looked as if he ...
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... Preston . " There was Lady Jane all the time treading upon her sister's foot as hard as possible , and the little wicked thing would take no notice ; and I , who had never heard of the cousinship , feeling as confounded as could be ...
... Preston . " There was Lady Jane all the time treading upon her sister's foot as hard as possible , and the little wicked thing would take no notice ; and I , who had never heard of the cousinship , feeling as confounded as could be ...
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... Preston ? " cried out the lady , anxiously . 66 Oh , I'm sure I'll slip out , ma'am , " says I. " Pooh - pooh ! don't stir , " said Lady Drum : " it's my carriage ; and if Mr. Preston chooses to swear at a lady of my years in that ojous ...
... Preston ? " cried out the lady , anxiously . 66 Oh , I'm sure I'll slip out , ma'am , " says I. " Pooh - pooh ! don't stir , " said Lady Drum : " it's my carriage ; and if Mr. Preston chooses to swear at a lady of my years in that ojous ...
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... Preston , hadn't you better invite him home to dinner ? " says Mr. Preston , quite blue with rage . 66 “ I invited him into my carr'age , " says the old lady ; and as we are going to dine at your house , and you press it , I'm sure I ...
... Preston , hadn't you better invite him home to dinner ? " says Mr. Preston , quite blue with rage . 66 “ I invited him into my carr'age , " says the old lady ; and as we are going to dine at your house , and you press it , I'm sure I ...
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... Preston know a piece of my mind . When the carriage drove up to his house , I handed out the ladies as politely as possible , and walked into the hall , and then taking hold of Mr. Preston's button at the door , I said , before the ...
... Preston know a piece of my mind . When the carriage drove up to his house , I handed out the ladies as politely as possible , and walked into the hall , and then taking hold of Mr. Preston's button at the door , I said , before the ...
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Abednego Algernon aunt aunt's Barnet bless Blewitt Bullwig captain carriage chaps city of London clerk Crabs cried daughter Dawkins dear dear Mary Deuceace DIAMOND diamond-pin dine dinner door father fellow Fulham fust gave genlmn gentleman gents give Gus Hoskins hand happy haunch of venison heard heaven Hoggarty Hoggarty's honour John Brough knew Lady Crabs Lady Drum Lady Fanny Lady Griffin Lady Jane ladyship Lamb's Conduit Street laughing letter London looked ma'am madam married Mary Mary Smith master Matilda Miss Brough Miss Griffin morning mother never night old lady paid poar Polonius poor Preston pretty Robert Gates Rosolio Roundhand says my lord shares shilling Shum Slopperton Smithers sure Swinney talk tell thing thought thousand pounds Tidd Tiptoff Titmarsh told took Vandome venison walked Wapshot West Diddlesex wife woman Yellowplush
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Stran 325 - Yellowplush," says he, seizing my hand, " you are right. Quit not your present occupation ; black boots, clean knives, wear plush all your life, but don't turn literary man. Look at me. I am the first novelist in Europe. I have ranged with eagle wing over the wide regions of literature, and perched on every eminence in its turn. I have gazed with eagle eyes on the sun of philosophy, and fathomed the mysterious depths of the human mind. All languages are familiar to me, all thoughts are known to me,...
Stran 354 - You wrote it for money, — money from the maniger, money from the bookseller, — for the same reason that I write this. Sir Shakspeare wrote for the very same reasons, and I never heard that he bragged about serving the drama. Away with this canting about great motifs! Let us not be too prowd, my dear Barnet, and fansy ourselves marters of the truth, marters or apostels. We are but tradesmen, working for bread, and not for righteousness