Vanity Fair (Penguin Classics)
William Makepeace Thackeray
Language: English
Pages: 912
ISBN: 0141439831
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
No one is better equipped in the struggle for wealth and worldly success than the alluring and ruthless Becky Sharp, who defies her impoverished background to clamber up the class ladder. Her sentimental companion Amelia, however, longs only for caddish soldier George. As the two heroines make their way through the tawdry glamour of Regency society, battles—military and domestic—are fought, fortunes made and lost. The one steadfast and honourable figure in this corrupt world is Dobbin with his devotion to Amelia, bringing pathos and depth to Thackeray's gloriously satirical epic of love and social adventure.
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existence like that above described. Jane Osborne scarcely ever met a man under sixty, and almost the only bachelor who appeared in their society was Mr. Smirk, the celebrated lady‘s doctor. I can‘t say that nothing had occurred to disturb the monotony of this awful existence: the fact is, there had been a secret in poor Jane‘s life which had made her father more savage and morose than even nature, pride, and overfeeding had made him. This secret was connected with Miss Wirt, who had a cousin an
smoke those filthy cigars,‘ replied Mrs. Rawdon. ‘I remember when you liked ‘em though,‘ answered the husband. Becky laughed: she was almost always good-humoured. ‘That was when I was on my promotion, Goosey,‘ she said. ‘Take Rawdon outside with you, and give him a cigar too, if you like.‘ Rawdon did not warm his little son for the winter‘s journey in this way, but he and Briggs wrapped up the child in shawls and comforters, and he was hoisted respectfully on to the roof of the coach in the
to tell lies in reply to so much confidence and simplicity. But that is the misfortune of beginning with this kind of forgery. When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your lies in circulation inevitably multiplies, and the danger of detection increases every day. ‘My agonies,‘ Becky continued, ‘were terrible (I hope she won‘t sit down on the bottle) when they took him away from me; I thought I should die; but I fortunately
married to Rawdon Crawley.‘ ‘Rawdon married—Rebecca—governess—nobod—Get out of my house, you fool, you idiot—you stupid old Briggs—how dare you? You‘re in the plot—you made him marry, thinking that I‘d leave my money from him—you did, Martha,‘ the poor old lady screamed in hysteric sentences. ‘I, ma‘am, ask a member of this family to marry a drawing-master‘s daughter?‘ ‘Her mother was a Montmorency,‘ cried out the old lady, pulling at the bell with all her might. ‘Her mother was an
and shattered honour). Amelia took the news very palely and calmly. It was only the confirmation of the dark presages which had long gone before. It was the mere reading of the sentence—of the crime she had long ago been guilty—the crime of loving wrongly, too violently, against reason. She told no more of her thoughts now than she had before. She seemed scarcely more unhappy now when convinced all hope was over, than before when she felt but dared not confess that it was gone. So she changed
