Author: William Makepeace Thackeray
Dates: 18 July 1811 – 24 December 1863
Title of Book: Vanity Fair
Sir Pitt is not what we silly girls, when we used to read Cecilia at Chiswick, imagined a baronet must have been. Anything, indeed, less like Lord Orville cannot be imagined. Fancy an old, stumpy, short, vulgar, and very dirty man, in old clothes and shabby old gaiters, who smokes a horrid pipe, and cooks his own horrid supper in a saucepan. He speaks with a country accent, and swore a great deal at the old charwoman, at the hackney coachman who drove us to the inn where the coach went from, and on which I made the journey outside for the greater part of the way.
I was awakened at daybreak by the charwoman, and having arrived at the inn, was at first placed inside the coach…
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