" He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. Spurling, half aside. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. And the infant, in all probability, would have been snatched from its preserver, if a posse of the watch (sent out to maintain order and protect property) had not opportunely arrived, and by a vigorous application of their halberts dispersed his persecutors, and set him at liberty. Obviously he is still interested. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. She felt much better. “Dear me!” he said. ‘Mary was indeed naïve, but there I should say the similarity ends.
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