The Carbonels | 
…there were to be grand doings in this new parliament; the people wasn‘t going to stand it no longer, not if the right gentleman got in […]. Beer would be ever so much cheaper and every poor man would have a fat pig in his sty. That is, if Mr Bramdean, as was the people‘s friend, got in.
(Plus ça change…)
Some epithets in this novel include: “a sneaking hypercriting old cat of a goody,” and “a drunken, trapesing good-for-nothing jade.”
(I learned that jade can refer to a disreputable woman.)
…there were, near the bottom, signs of a mass of daffodils, which filled the sisters with delight, though daffodils were not then the fashion, and were rather despised as yellow and scentless.
Starting a buddy-read with @shawnmooney today. An ebook is perfect for travelling. I‘m not just going to Toronto, I‘m also travelling to Georgian England. ✈️
