‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. It was a betrayal of God and her former family, but all in all was much easier. "Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. And there," he added, placing in his hands a heavy bag of money, and a pocketbook, "is a sum little short of fifteen thousand pounds. Either Sydney or Mr. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. Ann Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul.
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