The vicar of Wakefield, ed. by H.W. BoyntonHenry Altemus Company, 1909 - 271 страница Details the romantic intrigues in the family of a country vicar in eighteenth century England. |
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Страница 1 - To do her justice she was a good-natured notable woman; and as for breeding, there were few country ladies who could show more. She could read any English book without much spelling; but for pickling, preserving, and cookery none could excel her. She prided herself also upon being an excellent contriver in housekeeping; 7 though I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances.
Страница 95 - I had rather be an under-turnkey in Newgate. I was up early and late : I was brow-beat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys within, and never permitted to • stir out to meet civility abroad.
Страница 51 - He had on a coat made of that cloth they called thunder and lightning, which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away. His waistcoat was of gosling green, and his sisters had tied his hair with a broad black riband. We all followed him several paces from the door, bawling after him good luck, good luck, till we could see him no longer.
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