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Miss Crawley at Home

           

           "Whatacomplexion,mydear!Whatasweetvoice!"MissCrawleysaid,astheydroveawaywestwardafterthelittleinterview."MydearSharp,youryoungfriendischarming.SendforhertoParkLane,doyouhear?"MissCrawleyhadagoodtaste.Shelikednaturalmannersalittletimidityonlysetthemoff.Shelikedprettyfacesnearher;asshelikedprettypicturesandnicechina.ShetalkedofAmeliawithrapturehalfadozentimesthatday.ShementionedhertoRawdonCrawley,whocamedutifullytopartakeofhisaunt’schicken.

           Ofcourse,onthisRebeccainstantlystatedthatAmeliawasengagedtobemarriedtoaLieutenantOsborneaveryoldflame.

           "Isheamaninaline-regiment?"CaptainCrawleyasked,rememberingafteraneffort,asbecameaguardsman,thenumberoftheregiment,theth.

           Rebeccathoughtthatwastheregiment."TheCaptain’sname,"shesaid,"wasCaptainDobbin."

           "Alankygawkyfellow,"saidCrawley,"tumblesovereverybody.Iknowhim;andOsborne’sagoodish-lookingfellow,withlargeblackwhiskers?"

           "Enormous,"MissRebeccaSharpsaid,"andenormouslyproudofthem,Iassureyou."

           CaptainRawdonCrawleyburstintoahorse-laughbywayofreply;andbeingpressedbytheladiestoexplain,didsowhentheexplosionofhilaritywasover."Hefancieshecanplayatbilliards,"saidhe."IwontwohundredofhimattheCocoa-Tree.

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