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In Which Jos Takes Flight, and the War Is Brought to a Close

           "They’llsparethewomen;butmymantellsmethattheyhavetakenanoathtogivenoquartertothementhedastardlycowards."

           "Horrid!"criedRebecca,enjoyinghisperplexity.

           "Besides,Idon’twanttodeserther,"criedthebrother."SheSHAN’Tbedeserted.Thereisaseatforherinmycarriage,andoneforyou,dearMrs.Crawley,ifyouwillcome;andifwecangethorses—"sighedhe

           "Ihavetwotosell,"theladysaid.Joscouldhaveflunghimselfintoherarmsatthenews."Getthecarriage,Isidor,"hecried;"we’vefoundthemwehavefoundthem."

           Myhorsesneverwereinharness,"addedthelady."Bullfinchwouldkickthecarriagetopieces,ifyouputhiminthetraces."

           "Butheisquiettoride?"askedthecivilian.

           "Asquietasalamb,andasfastasahare,"answeredRebecca.

           "Doyouthinkheisuptomyweight?"Jossaid.Hewasalreadyonhisback,inimagination,withouteversomuchasathoughtforpoorAmelia.Whatpersonwholovedahorse-speculationcouldresistsuchatemptation?

           Inreply,Rebeccaaskedhimtocomeintoherroom,whitherhefollowedherquitebreathlesstoconcludethebargain.Josseldomspentahalf-hourinhislifewhichcosthimsomuchmoney.

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