ABSTRACT

‘Becky Sharp, here’s a book for you … – Johnson’s Dixonary, you know; you mustn’t leave us without that ….’ But, lo! and just as the coach drove off, Miss Sharp put her pale face out of the window, and actually flung the book back into the garden. 1 (W.M. Thackeray, Vanity Fair: A Novel Without A Hero [1848])