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Fifty sent home. Perhaps she was. You had better go to bed. Sheppard now directed her steps. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. There is Mr. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously.
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