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Our Friend the Major

           

           "Dearfriend,"shesaid,pressingthehandwhichheldhers,"howgood,howkindyoualwayshavebeentome!See!Papaisstirring.YouwillgoandseeGeorgytomorrow,won’tyou?"

           "Notto-morrow,"saidpooroldDobbin."Ihavebusiness."Hedidnotliketoownthathehadnotasyetbeentohisparents’andhisdearsisterAnnearemissnessforwhichIamsureeverywell-regulatedpersonwillblametheMajor.Andpresentlyhetookhisleave,leavinghisaddressbehindhimforJos,againstthelatter’sarrival.Andsothefirstdaywasover,andhehadseenher.

           WhenhegotbacktotheSlaughters’,theroastfowlwasofcoursecold,inwhichconditionheateitforsupper.Andknowingwhatearlyhourshisfamilykept,andthatitwouldbeneedlesstodisturbtheirslumbersatsolateanhour,itisonrecord,thatMajorDobbintreatedhimselftohalf-priceattheHaymarketTheatrethatevening,whereletushopeheenjoyedhimself.

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