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But when one has grown older and had sorrow and suffering and experience, there are so many touches that go to one's heart. And 'Vanity Fair' is a novel without a hero. Still I always feel sorry for poor Major Dobbins. I wonder if Amelia would have liked him better if his name had been something else? Could you fall in love with such a name?" They both laughed. She raised her eyes.
Dobbins," he explained to his companion as they started for the village. Frank ran into the post-office as they reached it. The postmistress handed out a paper from the Jordan letter-box. Frank stuck it in his pocket a little disappointedly, for he had expected a letter from his father. He led Dobbins from the post-office to the village tavern.
It broke loose from its bearings and has rolled right back to where it stood." "You don't say so?" exclaimed Frank, with something of a shock. "Yes, it has," asserted Daley, "only it's the greatest wreck of bricks and plaster now you ever saw." "No one hurt, I hope?" "No, except old Dobbins' feelings.
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When Thackeray wrote "a novel without a hero," he wrote a novel with a first-class hero, and nobody knew this better than Thackeray. What he meant was that he was sick of the conventional bundle of characteristics styled a hero in his day, and that he had changed the type. Since then we have grown sick of Dobbins, and the type has been changed again more than once.
So he had rented a hut the other side of Bolter's Hill, near the schoolhouse. He planned to have his house moved there, and intended starting a little candy and notion store. There had never been much house-moving in Tipton, and nobody in the village was equipped to undertake even the simple task of conveying the Dobbins dwelling uphill and then down again.
Miss Brown looked rather curious and perplexed when confronted by Frank and Dobbins, but satisfactorily answered the questions put by her nephew. "Oh, Frank," she said, as he and his companion left the place, "if you are going to town I wish you would stop at the post-office." "I will," replied Frank. "I hope there will be a letter from the folks. I shall not take much of your time, Mr.
"How do you know it was my knife?" asked Frank. "Because it had your name on it. Of course I didn't see the knife used, but Judge Roseberry found it the next morning right under the windlass." "Who?" fairly shouted Frank. "Judge Roseberry. The knife fitted to the cut. Judge Roseberry came to me with it. 'Dobbins, says he to me, 'business is business. I have made a discovery.
By virtue of a special conjury residing in these waking dreams of his, the little man peering nearsightedly at the shimmering white beach saw instead of a beach the first heavy fall of snow upon the withers of the Green Mountains; saw not unchanging stretches of sand but a blanket of purest fleece, frilled and flounced and scrolled after the drift wind had billowed it up in low places but otherwise smooth and fair except where it had been rutted by sleigh runners and packed by the snow-boltered hoofs of bay Dobbins and sorrel Dollies, the get of Morgan stock.
Another rap, harder than the first, fell upon her ears. Something must be done, and at once. Crossing the room and pausing near the door she demanded who was there. "Sam Dobbins," came the reply, and Nellie breathed more freely as she unlocked the door, opened it and admitted the visitor.
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