What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. “It makes one feel quite awkward to mention such a thing, but after all I think that it is best for both parties. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. She was nude and horribly maimed. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. "But be it as it may, he is now beyond the reach of earthly punishment. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried.
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