I like the way you shared it. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. With something near to horror they found themselves thus confronted. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley.
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