But, it can't be helped. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. “Then I suppose when I have graduated I am to come home?” “It seems the natural course—” “And do nothing?” “There are plenty of things a girl can find to do at home.
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