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Rebecca Is in Presence of the Enemy

           "Aretheynotbeautiful,Rebecca?"

           "Oheavenly!"saidMissSharp,andhereyeswentfromthecarpetstraighttothechandelier.

           Josephstillcontinuedahugeclatteringatthepokerandtongs,puffingandblowingthewhile,andturningasredashisyellowfacewouldallowhim."Ican’tmakeyousuchhandsomepresents,Joseph,"continuedhissister,"butwhileIwasatschool,Ihaveembroideredforyouaverybeautifulpairofbraces."

           "GoodGad!Amelia,"criedthebrother,inseriousalarm,"whatdoyoumean?"andplungingwithallhismightatthebell-rope,thatarticleoffurniturecameawayinhishand,andincreasedthehonestfellow’sconfusion."Forheaven’ssakeseeifmybuggy’satthedoor.ICAN’Twait.Imustgo.D——thatgroomofmine.Imustgo."

           Atthisminutethefatherofthefamilywalkedin,rattlinghissealslikeatrueBritishmerchant."What’sthematter,Emmy?"sayshe.

           "Josephwantsmetoseeifhishisbuggyisatthedoor.Whatisabuggy,Papa?"

           "Itisaone-horsepalanquin,"saidtheoldgentleman,whowasawaginhisway.

           Josephatthisburstoutintoawildfitoflaughter;inwhich,encounteringtheeyeofMissSharp,hestoppedallofasudden,asifhehadbeenshot.

           "Thisyoungladyisyourfriend?MissSharp,Iamveryhappytoseeyou.

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