What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. " "Back, villain!" said the knight, haughtily. “We have scarcely mentioned your name. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. Besides, she had admitted her identity.
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