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Our Friend the Major

           Helookedatheroh,howfondlyasshecamerunningtowardshim,herhandsbeforeher,readytogivethemtohim.Shewasn’tchanged.Shewasalittlepale,alittlestouterinfigure.Hereyeswerethesame,thekindtrustfuleyes.Therewerescarcethreelinesofsilverinhersoftbrownhair.Shegavehimbothherhandsasshelookedupflushingandsmilingthroughhertearsintohishonesthomelyface.Hetookthetwolittlehandsbetweenhistwoandheldthemthere.Hewasspeechlessforamoment.Whydidhenottakeherinhisarmsandswearthathewouldneverleaveher?Shemusthaveyielded:shecouldnotbuthaveobeyedhim.

           "I—I’veanotherarrivaltoannounce,"hesaidafterapause.

           "Mrs.Dobbin?"Ameliasaid,makingamovementbackwhydidn’thespeak?

           "No,"hesaid,lettingherhandsgo:"Whohastoldyouthoselies?Imean,yourbrotherJoscameinthesameshipwithme,andiscomehometomakeyouallhappy."

           "Papa,Papa!"Emmycriedout,"herearenews!MybrotherisinEngland.Heiscometotakecareofyou.HereisMajorDobbin."

           Mr.Sedleystartedup,shakingagreatdealandgatheringuphisthoughts.Thenhesteppedforwardandmadeanold-fashionedbowtotheMajor,whomhecalledMr.Dobbin,andhopedhisworthyfather,SirWilliam,wasquitewell.HeproposedtocalluponSirWilliam,whohaddonehimthehonourofavisitashorttimeago.

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