‘I feared as much. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. I don’t know what has come over me. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. You cannot draw. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. ” She said. “Do you mean in looks?” she asked.
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