Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. It isn’t the same thing. The Committee of Secrecy—that English Council of Ten—were sitting, with Walpole at their head; and the most extraordinary discoveries were reported to be made. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves.
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