The Small House at AllingtonLA CASE Books, 1868 - Всего страниц: 719 The Small House at Allington is the fifth novel in Anthony Trollope's series known as the "Chronicles of Barsetshire". It first appeared as a serial in the 1862 July to December edition of the Cornhill Magazine, and ended its run in the July to December edition of the following year. It was later published 1864 as a two volume novel. It is the fifth book in the Chronicles of Barsetshire series, preceded by Framley Parsonage and followed by The Last Chronicle of Barset. It enjoyed a revival in popularity in the early 1990s when the British prime minister, John Major, declared it as his favourite book. The Small House at Allington concerns the Dale family, who live in the "Small House", a dower house intended for the widowed mother (Dowager) of the owner of the estate. The landowner, in this instance, is the bachelor Squire of Allington, Christopher Dale. Dale's mother having died, he has allocated the Small House, rent free, to his widowed sister-in-law and her daughters Isabella ("Bell") and Lilian ("Lily"). |
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... coming in upon his property, and had consequently entertained an idea of sitting in Parliament for his county. In order that he might attain this honour he had allowed himself to be talked by the men of Hamersham and Guestwick out of ...
... coming?” said Mrs. Dale. “We have not seen him, mamma,” said Lily. “We have been ever so far down the fields, and forgot altogether what o'clock it was.” “I don't think uncle Christopher was about the place, or we should have met him ...
... coming, and himself believed in that grievance. “I think mamma was tired,” said Bell. “Hem. It's not so very far across from one house to the other. If I were to shut myself up whenever I'm tired —But never mind. Let's go to dinner. Mr ...
... coming steps across the garden. The young men had, of course, accompanied the girls home; and as she stepped out from the still open window of her own drawing-room, she saw them all on the centre of the lawn before her. “There's mamma ...
... to Bernard for bringing him down here; and I do wish he was not going away the day after tomorrow.” “The day after tomorrow!” said Mrs. Dale. “It was hardly worth coming for two days.” “No, it wasn't —disturbing us all in our quiet little.