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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... woman, and the brown silk garments had been a difficulty from that day to this —the squire having a good memory in such matters, and being anxious to see the fruits of his liberality. All this was doubtless of assistance, but had the ...
... woman for any lack of that cordiality which might have been shown to her from the Great House. Mrs. Eames was a poor forlorn woman —forlorn even during the time of her husband's life, but very wobegone now in her widowhood. In matters ...
... woman has!” he said, one morning, as they were walking to their office. “Yes; she stands well on her pins.” “I should think she did. If I understand anything of form,” said Cradell, “that woman is nearly perfect. What a torso she has ...
... ” “Only she never brushes it in the morning.” “Do you know, I like that kind of deshabille,” said Cradell. “Too much care always betrays itself.” “But a woman should be tidy.” “What a word to apply to such a creature as.