What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. "How goes it?" he began, heartily. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick. He had never wanted daughters. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons.
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