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In Which the Reader Has to Double the Cape

           ItmayhavebeenanhouraftertheMajor’sdeparturefromtheColonel’shouseSirMichaelwassleepingthesleepofthejust;Glorvinahadarrangedherblackringletsintheinnumerablelittlebitsofpaper,inwhichitwasherhabittoconfinethem;LadyO’Dowd,too,hadgonetoherbedinthenuptialchamber,ontheground-floor,andhadtuckedhermusquitocurtainsroundherfairform,whentheguardatthegatesoftheCommanding-Officer’scompoundbeheldMajorDobbin,inthemoonlight,rushingtowardsthehousewithaswiftstepandaveryagitatedcountenance,andhepassedthesentinelandwentuptothewindowsoftheColonel’sbedchamber.

           "O’DowdColonel!"saidDobbinandkeptupagreatshouting.

           "Heavens,Meejor!"saidGlorvinaofthecurl-papers,puttingoutherheadtoo,fromherwindow.

           "Whatisit,Dob,meboy?"saidtheColonel,expectingtherewasafireinthestation,orthattheroutehadcomefromheadquarters.

           "I—Imusthaveleaveofabsence.ImustgotoEnglandonthemosturgentprivateaffairs,"Dobbinsaid.

           "Goodheavens,whathashappened!"thoughtGlorvina,tremblingwithallthepapillotes.

           "Iwanttobeoffnowto-night,"Dobbincontinued;andtheColonelgettingup,cameouttoparleywithhim.

           InthepostscriptofMissDobbin’scross-letter,theMajorhadjustcomeuponaparagraph,tothefollowingeffect:—"IdroveyesterdaytoseeyouroldACQUAINTANCE,Mrs.Osborne

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