"Fishmonger" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... skreebist'o compositor | kompostisto | kom-postist'o confectioner | konfitisto | konfeetist'o consul | konsulo | kon-soo'lo cook | kuirist-o, -ino | koo-eerist'-o, -ee'no editor | redaktoro | redahk-tohr'o engineer | ingxeniero | injehnee-ehr'o fisherman | fisxkaptisto | fish'kaptist'o fishmonger | fisxvendisto | fish'vendist'o florist | floristo | flo-rist'o fruiterer | fruktovendisto | frook'toh-vendist'o glazier | vitristo | veetrist'o goldsmith | orajxisto | ohrah-zhist'o governess | guvernistino | goovehr-nistee'no greengrocer ...
— Esperanto Self-Taught with Phonetic Pronunciation • William W. Mann
... visit, and I did give them a morning draught in my study. So to the office, and from thence to dinner with Mr. Wivell at the Hoop Tavern, where we had Mr. Shepley, Talbot, Adams, Mr. Chaplin and Osborne, and our dinner given us by Mr. Ady and another, Mr. Wine, the King's fishmonger. Good sport with Mr. Talbot, who eats no sort of fish, and there was nothing else till we sent for a neat's tongue. From thence to Whitehall where I found my Lord, who had an organ set up to-day in his dining-room, but it seems an ugly one in the form of Bridewell. ...
— Diary of Samuel Pepys, Complete • Samuel Pepys
... such downward channels from decency to despair; they are sanctioned, inevitable citizen breakers. Now it is a couple of old servants opening a "fancy" shop or a tobacco shop, now it is a young couple plunging into the haberdashery, now it is a new butcher or a new fishmonger or a grocer. This perpetual procession of bankruptcies has made me lately shun that pleasant-looking street, that in my unthinking days I walked through cheerfully enough. The doomed victims have a way of coming to the doors at first and ...
— New Worlds For Old - A Plain Account of Modern Socialism • Herbert George Wells
... of two lighters that lay waiting for the tide. The shop under which he halted had not, as in modern days, a glazed window, but a paltry canvas screen surrounded such a stall as a cobbler now occupies, having the front open, much in the manner of a fishmonger's booth of the present day. A little old smock-faced man, the very reverse of a Jew in complexion, for he was very soft-haired as well as beardless, appeared, and with many courtesies asked Wayland what he pleased to want. He had no sooner named the drug, than the Jew started and looked surprised. ...
— Kenilworth • Sir Walter Scott
... pavement, which proved to be various designs executed in coloured chalks on the pavement stones, lighted by two candles stuck in mud sconces. The subjects consisted of a fine fresh salmon's head and shoulders, supposed to have been recently sent home from the fishmonger's; a moonlight night at sea (in a circle); dead game; scroll-work; the head of a hoary hermit engaged in devout contemplation; the head of a pointer smoking a pipe; and a cherubim, his flesh creased as in infancy, going on a horizontal errand against ...
— Somebody's Luggage • Charles Dickens
... their hands in their breeches-pockets, smoking their own genuine Havannahs in desperate independence: here a livery-stable keeper, with a couple of questionable friends, rattled a tandem over the stones, as if such things never were let out at two guineas a-day: then a fishmonger, whose wide front, but a week before, teemed with such quantity and quality, as spoke audibly to every passer-by of bursary dinners and passing suppers, was now soliciting a customer to take his choice of three lank cod-fish, ticketed at so much per lb. Billiard-rooms were silent, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 350, December 1844 • Various
... hunger, and tradesmen's mouths water, for the gold dust of the Golden Dustman. As Mrs Boffin and Miss Wilfer drive out, or as Mr Boffin walks out at his jog-trot pace, the fishmonger pulls off his hat with an air of reverence founded on conviction. His men cleanse their fingers on their woollen aprons before presuming to touch their foreheads to Mr Boffin or Lady. The gaping salmon and the golden mullet lying on the slab seem to turn up their eyes sideways, ...
— Our Mutual Friend • Charles Dickens |
