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” She laughed. Just what it means. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. "Instantly, Hobson," returned Lady Trafford; "as soon as the carriage can be brought round.
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