Then he thought of his own sister married to that vulgarian, Friedland.
Did not you marry a low creature,—a vulgarian, a tradesman's daughter?
"You see, Hycy, the vulgarian will come out," said his mother.
Did not you marry a low creature—a vulgarian—a tradesman's daughter?
She had the true instinct of it; while I was always a bit of a vulgarian.
If she offers them ...