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’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. If she could not marry him, she would not marry any one. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. I hate this part of the world.
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