What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. From the first I could see that neither believed my story. He smothered a laugh. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. ‘Speak, then. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness.
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