I will permit you to rescue me. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but
I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used
to do, especially by this light. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant,
and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a
Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. . It felt too good. A few
yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of
humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. I don’t care WHAT happens. Never! Perhaps some day,
quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. The passion
of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort.
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