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“The Girl I Left Behind Me”

           "Why,mystupidlove,"shewouldsay,"wehavenotdonewithyourauntyet.Ifshefailsus,isn’ttherewhatyoucalltheGazette?or,stop,whenyouruncleBute’slifedrops,Ihaveanotherscheme.Thelivinghasalwaysbelongedtotheyoungerbrother,andwhyshouldn’tyouselloutandgointotheChurch?"TheideaofthisconversionsetRawdonintoroarsoflaughter:youmighthaveheardtheexplosionthroughthehotelatmidnight,andthehaw-hawsofthegreatdragoon’svoice.GeneralTuftoheardhimfromhisquartersonthefirstfloorabovethem;andRebeccaactedthescenewithgreatspirit,andpreachedRawdon’sfirstsermon,totheimmensedelightoftheGeneralatbreakfast.

           Buttheseweremereby-gonedaysandtalk.Whenthefinalnewsarrivedthatthecampaignwasopened,andthetroopsweretomarch,Rawdon’sgravitybecamesuchthatBeckyralliedhimaboutitinamannerwhichratherhurtthefeelingsoftheGuardsman."Youdon’tsupposeI’mafraid,Becky,Ishouldthink,"hesaid,withatremorinhisvoice."ButI’maprettygoodmarkforashot,andyouseeifitbringsmedown,whyIleaveoneandperhapstwobehindmewhomIshouldwishtoprovidefor,asIbrought’emintothescrape.Itisnolaughingmatterthat,Mrs.C.,anyways."

           Rebeccabyahundredcaressesandkindwordstriedtosoothethefeelingsofthewoundedlover.

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