“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. He had already shown the covering envelope and its instructions to Ruth, and she had ignored or misunderstood the warning. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you.
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