The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. We’ve deserted the posts in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. Our ideal had fallen. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters.
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