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There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. “I did not recognize him,” Anna answered. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English. He would never recognize me now. You can come back for these, for you’ll carry him to the gatehouse, that’s what you’ll do.
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