orange-woman

"Good even to you, pretty maiden!" said the cavalier, approaching the stall of the orange-woman with the easy, confident air of one secure of a ready welcome, and bending down on the yet prayerful maiden the glances of a pair of piercing hazel eyes that looked out on each side of his aquiline nose with the keenness of a falcon's.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 43, May, 1861 Creator Various

Mr. Bowdoin got up hurriedly, and, nodding to the orange-woman, shuffled into his house.

Pirate Gold Frederic Jesup Stimson 1899

Mr. Bowdoin's eyes wandered from the orange-woman to the telescope-man, and thence to an old elm with one gaunt dead limb that stretched out over the dawn.

Pirate Gold Frederic Jesup Stimson 1899

The old crossing-sweeper was already there, to receive his penny; and the orange-woman, expectant, sold her apex orange to him for a silver thripenny bit as his before-breakfast while awaiting the more dignified cunctation of his auguster spouse.

Pirate Gold Frederic Jesup Stimson 1899

“Good even to you, pretty maiden!” said the cavalier, approaching the stall of the orange-woman with the easy, confident air of one secure of a ready welcome, and bending down on the yet prayerful maiden the glances of a pair of piercing hazel eyes that looked out on each side of his aquiline nose with the keenness of a falcon's.

Agnes of Sorrento 1862

"He was scribbling caricatures all the time I was talking with his father in my parlour," says Mr. Baines, and produces a sketch of an orange-woman near the Bank, who had struck Clive's eyes, and been transferred to the blotting-paper in Fog Court.

The Newcomes William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

Her little brother John was not at home when she was going away; he was at a carpenter's shop in the neighbourhood mending a wheelbarrow, which belonged to that good-natured orange-woman who gave him the orange for his father.

Tales and Novels — Volume 04 Maria Edgeworth 1808

But take care you don't tumble over the orange-woman -- orange barrows are a great nuisance, when one's studying

Tales and Novels — Volume 06 Maria Edgeworth 1808

"Stop!" cried the orange-woman, laying a strong detaining hand on the footman's arm; "stop you -- 'tis I'll go with more sense -- and speed."

Tales and Novels — Volume 09 Maria Edgeworth 1808

Moorfields -- that she bore the best of characters -- and that if nothing could be said against her but by an orange-woman, there was no great reason to believe such scandal.

Tales and Novels — Volume 04 Maria Edgeworth 1808