As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. Mr. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn.
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