Rebecca Is in Presence of the Enemy

           AVERYstout,puffyman,inbuckskinsandHessianboots,withseveralimmenseneckclothsthatrosealmosttohisnose,witharedstripedwaistcoatandanapplegreencoatwithsteelbuttonsalmostaslargeascrownpieces(itwasthemorningcostumeofadandyorbloodofthosedays)wasreadingthepaperbythefirewhenthetwogirlsentered,andbouncedoffhisarm-chair,andblushedexcessively,andhidhisentirefacealmostinhisneckclothsatthisapparition.

           "It’sonlyyoursister,Joseph,"saidAmelia,laughingandshakingthetwofingerswhichheheldout."I’vecomehomeFORGOOD,youknow;andthisismyfriend,MissSharp,whomyouhaveheardmemention."

           "No,never,uponmyword,"saidtheheadundertheneckcloth,shakingverymuch—"thatis,yeswhatabominablycoldweather,Miss"—andherewithhefelltopokingthefirewithallhismight,althoughitwasinthemiddleofJune.

           "He’sveryhandsome,"whisperedRebeccatoAmelia,ratherloud.

           "Doyouthinkso?"saidthelatter."I’lltellhim."

           "Darling!notforworlds,"saidMissSharp,startingbackastimidasafawn.Shehadpreviouslymadearespectfulvirgin-likecurtseytothegentleman,andhermodesteyesgazedsoperseveringlyonthecarpetthatitwasawonderhowsheshouldhavefoundanopportunitytoseehim.

           "Thankyouforthebeautifulshawls,brother,"saidAmeliatothefirepoker.

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