The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. ‘That is better, no?’ ‘Dieu. My business is with Lady Trafford. I hope you have learned your lesson now and come to see—come to realize—how things are. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. “Annabel at last,” he shouted.
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