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Vanity Fair

by William Makepeace Thackeray

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SatireEngland -- FictionMarried women -- FictionFemale friendship -- FictionSocial classes -- Fiction

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  1. 01Front matter~7 min
  2. 02CHAPTER I~17 min
  3. 03CHAPTER II~25 min
  4. 04CHAPTER III~19 min
  5. 05CHAPTER IV — part 1~25 min
  6. 06CHAPTER IV — part 2~8 min
  7. 07CHAPTER V — part 1~25 min
  8. 08CHAPTER V — part 2~4 min
  9. 09CHAPTER VI — part 1~25 min
  10. 10CHAPTER VI — part 2~7 min
  11. 11CHAPTER VII~21 min
  12. 12CHAPTER VIII~24 min
  13. 13CHAPTER IX~19 min
  14. 14CHAPTER X~16 min
  15. 15CHAPTER XI — part 1~25 min
  16. 16CHAPTER XI — part 2~14 min
  17. 17CHAPTER XII~22 min
  18. 18CHAPTER XIII — part 1~25 min
  19. 19CHAPTER XIII — part 2~6 min
  20. 20CHAPTER XIV — part 1~25 min
  21. 21CHAPTER XIV — part 2~22 min
  22. 22CHAPTER XV~22 min
  23. 23CHAPTER XVI~23 min
  24. 24CHAPTER XVII~22 min
  25. 25CHAPTER XVIII — part 1~25 min
  26. 26CHAPTER XVIII — part 2~7 min
  27. 27CHAPTER XIX — part 1~25 min
  28. 28CHAPTER XIX — part 2~3 min
  29. 29CHAPTER XX — part 1~25 min
  30. 30CHAPTER XX — part 2~2 min

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Chiswick Mall While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton's academy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing harness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered hat and wig, at the rate of four miles an hour. A black servant, who reposed on the box beside the fat coachman, uncurled his bandy legs as soon as the equipage drew up opposite Miss Pinkerton's shining brass plate, and as he pulled the bell at least a score of young heads were seen peering out of the narrow windows of the stately old brick house. Nay, the acute observer might have recognized the little red nose of good-natured Miss Jemima Pinkerton herself, rising over some geranium pots in the window of that lady's own drawing-room.

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