" "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Adieu!" And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack. ” Chapter XII THE POSTER OF “ALCIDE” On Saturday mornings there was deposited on the plate of each guest at breakfast time, a long folded paper with Mrs. " "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, paralysed by her cries. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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