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Title: Vanity fair
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863 Fiske, Minnie Maddern, Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 British Female friendship Social classes Married women
Publisher: New York and Boston, H. M. Caldwell company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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-ptian head figures in the scene. Itis a musical one—and, to the surprise of the oriental travelers,,sings a comic song, composed by Mr. Wagg. The eastern voy-agers go off dancing, like Papageno and the Moorish king, in the Magic Flute. Last two syllables. roars the head. The last act opens. It is a Grecian tent this time. A tall andstalwart man reposes on a couch there. Above him hang his helmetand shield. There is no need for them now. Ilium is down. Iphi-genia is slain. Cassandra is a prisoner in his outer halls. The
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56S VAXITY FAIR. king of men (it is Colonel Crawley, who, indeed, has no notionabout the sack of Ilium or the conquest of Cassandra), the anaxandron is asleep in his chamber at Argos. A lamp casts thebroad shadow of the sleeping warrior flickering on the wall—.the sword and shield of Troy glitter in its light. The band playsthe awful music of Don Juan before the statue enters. ^^gisthus steals in pale and on tip-toe. What is that ghastly facelooking out balefully after him from behind the arras ? He raiseshis dagger to strike the sleeper, who turns in his bed, and opens hisbroad chest as if for the blow. He can not strike the noble slum-bering chieftain. Clytemnestra glides swiftly into the room likean apparition—her arms are bare and white—her tawny hair floatsdown her shoulders—her face is deadly pale, and her eyes arelighted up with a smile so ghastly that people quake as they lookat her. A tremor ran through the room. * Good God ! somebody said, its Mrs. Rawdon Crawley. Sc

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