It is impossible. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. She responded with an unfaltering appearance of insensibility, and never as a young and beautiful woman conscious of sex; always in the character of an intelligent girl student. At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. " "Nonsense!" "Something's wrong. Unbelievable the pranks that she pulled—-you should have told me! I told her to leave you 157 the hell alone or she would be dealing with me next, I dropped a hint about telling her parents about her in detail. It is better to face the truth. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. He would advise you how to get rid of the fellow. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him.
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