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Samstag, 15. März 2025

EVELINA BY FANNY BURNEY ILLUSTRATED BY HUGH THOMSON, 2nd Part

 

Madame Duval implored their mercy.


"Mr. Mirvan, I have brought a petitioner."


She endeavoured to adjust her hair-dress.


She called me to account very roughly.


The capatain took me aside.


The violence of their mirth.


In profound and melancholy meditation


Most officiously handed me to a great chair.


"Pray don't be so coy."


M. Du Bois walked by the side of the chair.


"Well, now, ladies, I think we sit very well."


Seated on a window with Mr. Brown.


We were followed by Mr. Smith, who came to make excuses.


Mr. Smith ran away with me.


The Miss Branghtons screamed.


"O ho, my little runaway, have I found you at last?"



"I can't think where she can be!"


As fast as ever they could tear her along.


"Pray, Sir, won't you sit down yourself?"


Young Branghton burst into a loud laugh.


"Madam! - for Heaven's sake."


His behaviour is more unaccountable than ever.


Mr. Smith sat indolöently quiet on his chair.


"I've the greatest mind in the world to box your ears!"


In vain his daughter pleaded.


They frequently looked back.


We were moved on between them.


Tormenting  Mr. Brown


A  shower of rain made us hasten.


"Ah tu me rends la vie!" cried he.


Raising his eyes in thankfulness towards heaven.


Everybody I see takes notice of my being altered.


My good friends tease me about my gravity.


Planning for the future.


Much incommoded by three gentlemen.


Surrounded the chair of Lady Louisa Larpent.


They pranced about thr room, making bows.


In our way downstairs


Lord Merton caught my hand, saying the day was his own.


The young lady entered the pump room.


Followed by a party of young men.


A copy of verses had been dropped in the pump-room.


Presented one of them to Lord Orville, another to me.


Vehemently demanded him to return it.


I found myslf already before him.


"Miss Anville, don't you walk with us?"


Miss Mirvan and I jumped upon our chairs.




















































































Mittwoch, 12. März 2025

EVELINA BY FANNY BURNEY ILLUSTRATED BY HUGH THOMSON, 1st Part

Hugh Thomson  (1 June 1860 – 7 May 1920) was an British Illustrator born at Coleraine near Derry. He is best known for his pen-and-ink illustrations of works by authors such as Jane AustenCharles Dickens, and J. M. Barrie



I had scarce shut the garden gate.







A waiting girl at a tavern.


Thus it has happened that the education of the father, daughter, and granddaughter has devolved on me.


Dressing my hair.


"Madam - may I presume?"


"Whar have you done with your lovely partner?"


At Ranelagh


Is that he?


With an air of gallantry.


My God! what shall I do?


"Hark you, Mrs. Frog, you'd best hold your tongue."


Introduced by the name of Monsieur Du Bois.


Their conversation was supported with great vehemence.


Held a candle to Madame Duval, that he might have a more complete view of her disaster.


The young ladies began to examine my dress.


Madame Duvalaccompanied by Monsieur Du Bois.


Monsieur Du Bois making his defence.


"Doubtless, Ma'am everything must be infinitely novel to you."


"So er've caught you at the glass."


Her eyes sparkled with fury.


Again I stood suspended.


"For heaven's sake, what is the matter?"


As if I had addressed myself wholly to him.


"O you creature!"


M. Du Bois put his hand upon his sword.


"Come here, child."


"Pray, ladies,don't be frightened, for I will walk my horse."


Sir Clement caught my hand.