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“The Girl I Left Behind Me”

           Itwasonlywhenhervivacityandsenseofhumourgotthebetterofthissprightlycreature(astheywoulddoundermostcircumstancesoflifeindeed)thatshewouldbreakoutwithhersatire,butshecouldsoonputonademureface."Dearestlove,"shesaid,"doyousupposeIfeelnothing?"andhastilydashingsomethingfromhereyes,shelookedupinherhusband’sfacewithasmile.

           "Lookhere,"saidhe."IfIdrop,letusseewhatthereisforyou.Ihavehadaprettygoodrunofluckhere,andhere’stwohundredandthirtypounds.IhavegottenNapoleonsinmypocket.ThatisasmuchasIshallwant;fortheGeneralpayseverythinglikeaprince;andifI’mhit,whyyouknowIcostnothing.Don’tcry,littlewoman;Imaylivetovexyouyet.Well,Ishan’ttakeeitherofmyhorses,butshallridetheGeneral’sgreycharger:it’scheaper,andItoldhimminewaslame.IfI’mdone,thosetwooughttofetchyousomething.Griggofferedninetyforthemareyesterday,beforethisconfoundednewscame,andlikeafoolIwouldn’tlethergounderthetwoo’s.Bullfinchwillfetchhispriceanyday,onlyyou’dbettersellhiminthiscountry,becausethedealershavesomanybillsofmine,andsoI’dratherheshouldn’tgobacktoEngland.YourlittlemaretheGeneralgaveyouwillfetchsomething,andthere’snoddliverystablebillshereasthereareinLondon,"Rawdonadded,withalaugh.

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