She must be beautiful, but beauty is only the beginning. The place for reading. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean.
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