But she was disappointed. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a
Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. You wore a blue
dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a
maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. That’s
where you go wrong. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight
imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the
position of the bundle. "What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. She'll have this hour always
with her; and you failed her. When I
think of it—”
“But these are things I want to tell you now!”
“I made a little song of it. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me.
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