What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. “Are you going on again this winter with that scientific work of yours? It’s an instance of heredity, I suppose. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. Only promise me this. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. Was she a fool to wish a person of a disposition altogether not pleasing to marry her? Was it not true that he made a game with her very often? Had he not been extremely interfering from the beginning? And had he not kissed her, just when— Her thoughts skidded to a stop. "I beg pardon," he said. “YOU had to come in.
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