What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. I suspect she knew something, for she came home to Remenham House when she was increasing, and report has it that she was very unhappy. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face.
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