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           Dobbinwentupandwhisperedsomethingtohim,atwhichGeorge,givingastartandawildhurray,tossedoffhisglass,clappeditonthetable,andwalkedawayspeedilyonhisfriend’sarm."TheenemyhaspassedtheSambre,"Williamsaid,"andourleftisalreadyengaged.Comeaway.Wearetomarchinthreehours."

           AwaywentGeorge,hisnervesquiveringwithexcitementatthenewssolonglookedfor,sosuddenwhenitcame.Whatwereloveandintriguenow?Hethoughtaboutathousandthingsbuttheseinhisrapidwalktohisquartershispastlifeandfuturechancesthefatewhichmightbebeforehimthewife,thechildperhaps,fromwhomunseenhemightbeabouttopart.Oh,howhewishedthatnight’sworkundone!andthatwithaclearconscienceatleasthemightsayfarewelltothetenderandguilelessbeingbywhoselovehehadsetsuchlittlestore!

           Hethoughtoverhisbriefmarriedlife.Inthosefewweekshehadfrightfullydissipatedhislittlecapital.Howwildandrecklesshehadbeen!Shouldanymischancebefallhim:whatwasthenleftforher?Howunworthyhewasofher.Whyhadhemarriedher?Hewasnotfitformarriage.Whyhadhedisobeyedhisfather,whohadbeenalwayssogeneroustohim?Hope,remorse,ambition,tenderness,andselfishregretfilledhisheart.Hesatedownandwrotetohisfather,rememberingwhathehadsaidoncebefore,whenhewasengagedtofightaduel.Dawnfaintlystreakedtheskyasheclosedthisfarewellletter.

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