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Our Friend the Major

           

           "Who’sthat?"askedtheMajor,amusedbythegroup,andafterhehadmadewayforthethreetopassupthelane.Marylookedathimratherroguishly.

           "Thatisourcurate,theReverendMr.Binny(atwitchfromMajorDobbin),andhissisterMissB.Lordblessus,howshedidusetoworretusatSunday-school;andtheotherlady,thelittleonewithacastinhereyeandthehandsomewatch,isMrs.BinnyMissGritsthatwas;herpawasagrocer,andkepttheLittleOriginalGoldTeaPotinKensingtonGravelPits.Theyweremarriedlastmonth,andarejustcomebackfromMargate.She’sfivethousandpoundtoherfortune;butherandMissB.,whomadethematch,havequarrelledalready."

           IftheMajorhadtwitchedbefore,hestartednow,andslappedthebambooonthegroundwithanemphasiswhichmadeMissClappcry,"Law,"andlaughtoo.Hestoodforamoment,silent,withopenmouth,lookingaftertheretreatingyoungcouple,whileMissMarytoldtheirhistory;buthedidnothearbeyondtheannouncementofthereverendgentleman’smarriage;hisheadwasswimmingwithfelicity.Afterthisrencontrehebegantowalkdoublequicktowardstheplaceofhisdestinationandyettheyweretoosoon(forhewasinagreattremorattheideaofameetingforwhichhehadbeenlonginganytimethesetenyears)—throughtheBromptonlanes,andenteringatthelittleoldportalinKensingtonGardenwall.

           "Theretheyare,"saidMissPolly,andshefelthimagainstartbackonherarm.

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