What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Almost had Martha won out. Laughed at me, then. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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