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In Which We Meet an Old Acquaintance

           Hewasstandingclosebytheladyinthemask,whowasplayingwithprettygoodlucknow,andlookingonmuchinterestedatthegame.

           "Hadn’tyoubettercome,Jos,"theMajorsaid,"withGeorgeandme?"

           "I’llstopandgohomewiththatrascal,Kirsch,"Jossaid;andforthesamereasonofmodesty,whichhethoughtoughttobepreservedbeforetheboy,DobbindidnotcaretoremonstratewithJos,butlefthimandwalkedhomewithGeorgy.

           "Didyouplay?"askedtheMajorwhentheywereoutandontheirwayhome.

           Theboysaid"No."

           "Givemeyourwordofhonourasagentlemanthatyouneverwill."

           "Why?"saidtheboy;"itseemsverygoodfun."And,inaveryeloquentandimpressivemanner,theMajorshowedhimwhyheshouldn’t,andwouldhaveenforcedhispreceptsbytheexampleofGeorgy’sownfather,hadhelikedtosayanythingthatshouldreflectontheother’smemory.Whenhehadhousedhim,hewenttobedandsawhislight,inthelittleroomoutsideofAmelia’s,presentlydisappear.Amelia’sfollowedhalfanhourafterwards.Idon’tknowwhatmadetheMajornoteitsoaccurately.

           Jos,however,remainedbehindovertheplay-table;hewasnogambler,butnotaversetothelittleexcitementofthesportnowandthen,andhehadsomeNapoleonschinkingintheembroideredpocketsofhiscourtwaistcoat.Heputdownoneoverthefairshoulderofthelittlegamblerbeforehim,andtheywon.

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