"For whom is this, Miss Jemima?" said Miss Pinkerton, with awful coldness. "For Becky Sharp," answered Jemima, trembling very much, and blushing over her withered face and neck, as she turned her back on her sister. "For Becky Sharp: she's going too." "MISS JEMIMA!" exclaimed Miss Pinkerton in the largest capitals; "are you in your senses? Replace the Dixonary in the closet, and never venture to take such a liberty in future."
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Reminds me of Thackeray's Vanity Fair.
"For whom is this, Miss Jemima?" said Miss Pinkerton, with awful coldness.
"For Becky Sharp," answered Jemima, trembling very much, and blushing over her withered face and neck, as she turned her back on her sister. "For Becky Sharp: she's going too."
"MISS JEMIMA!" exclaimed Miss Pinkerton in the largest capitals; "are you in your senses? Replace the Dixonary in the closet, and never venture to take such a liberty in future."
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