"O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. “Oh.
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