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           Sheroseupfromhersofaandwentandtookhiscoffeecupoutofhishandwithalittlecurtsey."Yes,"shesaid,"Imustgetawatchdog.Buthewon’tbarkatYOU."And,goingintotheotherdrawing-room,shesatdowntothepianoandbegantosinglittleFrenchsongsinsuchacharming,thrillingvoicethatthemollifiednoblemanspeedilyfollowedherintothatchamber,andmightbeseennoddinghisheadandbowingtimeoverher.

           Rawdonandhisfriendmeanwhileplayedecarteuntiltheyhadenough.TheColonelwon;but,saythathewoneversomuchandoften,nightslikethese,whichoccurredmanytimesintheweekhiswifehavingallthetalkandalltheadmiration,andhesittingsilentwithoutthecircle,notcomprehendingawordofthejokes,theallusions,themysticallanguagewithinmusthavebeenratherwearisometotheex-dragoon.

           "HowisMrs.Crawley’shusband?"LordSteyneusedtosaytohimbywayofagooddaywhentheymet;andindeedthatwasnowhisavocationinlife.HewasColonelCrawleynomore.HewasMrs.Crawley’shusband.

           AboutthelittleRawdon,ifnothinghasbeensaidallthiswhile,itisbecauseheishiddenupstairsinagarretsomewhere,orhascrawledbelowintothekitchenforcompanionship.Hismotherscarcelyevertooknoticeofhim.HepassedthedayswithhisFrenchbonneaslongasthatdomesticremainedinMr.

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