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A Rescue and a Catastrophe

           HeranacrossthestreetsandthegreatsquaresofVanityFair,andatlengthcameupbreathlessoppositehisownhouse.Hestartedbackandfellagainsttherailings,tremblingashelookedup.Thedrawing-roomwindowswereblazingwithlight.Shehadsaidthatshewasinbedandill.Hestoodthereforsometime,thelightfromtheroomsonhispaleface.

           Hetookouthisdoor-keyandlethimselfintothehouse.Hecouldhearlaughterintheupperrooms.Hewasintheball-dressinwhichhehadbeencapturedthenightbefore.Hewentsilentlyupthestairs,leaningagainstthebanistersatthestair-head.Nobodywasstirringinthehousebesidesalltheservantshadbeensentaway.Rawdonheardlaughterwithinlaughterandsinging.Beckywassingingasnatchofthesongofthenightbefore;ahoarsevoiceshouted"Brava!Brava!"—itwasLordSteyne’s.

           Rawdonopenedthedoorandwentin.Alittletablewithadinnerwaslaidoutandwineandplate.SteynewashangingoverthesofaonwhichBeckysat.Thewretchedwomanwasinabrilliantfulltoilette,herarmsandallherfingerssparklingwithbraceletsandrings,andthebrilliantsonherbreastwhichSteynehadgivenher.Hehadherhandinhis,andwasbowingoverittokissit,whenBeckystartedupwithafaintscreamasshecaughtsightofRawdon’swhiteface.Atthenextinstantshetriedasmile,ahorridsmile,asiftowelcomeherhusband;andSteyneroseup,grindinghisteeth,pale,andwithfuryinhislooks.

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