...sort of handle to one’s name.’ ‘Gillian, Gillian, you are not going in for levelling,’ cried Aunt Adeline. ‘No,’ said Gillian; ‘but I call it snobbish... ...ot had that these many years; but I declare, the first sound of our county dialect, when I got out at the station, made my heart leap into my mouth. I... ...ntented herself with a general moan on the deca- dence of society, and the levelling up that made such an affair possible. She had been meditating a v...

...riet can’t go. What’s to prevent her?’ Evan gazed at him steadily. Death’s levelling influence was in Evan’s mind. He was ready to say why, and fully.... ...with singular rustic com- parisons, racy of the soil, and in raw Hampshire dialect, the waggoner came to a halt opposite the stone, and, while Evan st...