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In Which All the Principal Personages Think Fit to Leave Brighton

           Crawleyweregazinguponthecalmoceanspreadshiningbeforethem,whileRawdonandJoswereengagedatbackgammonwithinAmeliacouchedinagreatchairquiteneglected,andwatchingboththeseparties,feltadespairandremorsesuchaswerebittercompanionsforthattenderlonelysoul.Scarceaweekwaspast,anditwascometothis!Thefuture,hadsheregardedit,offeredadismalprospect;butEmmywastooshy,sotospeak,tolooktothat,andembarkaloneonthatwidesea,andunfittonavigateitwithoutaguideandprotector.IknowMissSmithhasameanopinionofher.Buthowmany,mydearMadam,areendowedwithyourprodigiousstrengthofmind?

           "Gad,whatafinenight,andhowbrightthemoonis!"Georgesaid,withapuffofhiscigar,whichwentsoaringupskywards.

           "Howdelicioustheysmellintheopenair!Iadorethem.Who’dthinkthemoonwastwohundredandthirty-sixthousandeighthundredandforty-sevenmilesoff?"Beckyadded,gazingatthatorbwithasmile."Isn’titcleverofmetorememberthat?Pooh!welearneditallatMissPinkerton’s!Howcalmtheseais,andhowcleareverything.IdeclareIcanalmostseethecoastofFrance!"andherbrightgreeneyesstreamedout,andshotintothenightasiftheycouldseethroughit.

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