She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.
William Makepeace ThackerayPresently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.
William Makepeace ThackerayWerther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.
William Makepeace ThackerayShe lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.
William Makepeace Thackeray