"Your sympathy is being wasted. Better get a dress. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. Sir John hesitated. And the jailers also retired. They sat in the front row. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley.
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