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A Quarrel About an Heiress

           IfIdeserther,sir,doyousupposesheforgetsme?"

           "Iain’tgoingtohaveanyofthisdamsentimentalnonsenseandhumbughere,sir,"thefathercriedout."Thereshallbenobeggar-marriagesinmyfamily.Ifyouchoosetoflingawayeightthousandayear,whichyoumayhavefortheasking,youmaydoit:butbyJoveyoutakeyourpackandwalkoutofthishouse,sir.WillyoudoasItellyou,onceforall,sir,orwillyounot?"

           "Marrythatmulattowoman?"Georgesaid,pullinguphisshirt-collars."Idon’tlikethecolour,sir.AsktheblackthatsweepsoppositeFleetMarket,sir.I’mnotgoingtomarryaHottentotVenus."

           Mr.Osbornepulledfranticallyatthecordbywhichhewasaccustomedtosummonthebutlerwhenhewantedwineandalmostblackintheface,orderedthatfunctionarytocallacoachforCaptainOsborne.

           "I’vedoneit,"saidGeorge,comingintotheSlaughters’anhourafterwards,lookingverypale.

           "What,myboy?"saysDobbin.

           Georgetoldwhathadpassedbetweenhisfatherandhimself.

           "I’llmarryherto-morrow,"hesaidwithanoath."Ilovehermoreeveryday,Dobbin."

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