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What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. ” Anna sat back in her cab, but found it remain stationary. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. Too intent on her search, and convinced besides that she was quite alone, she had been an easy prey. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it.
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