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The Subject Continued

           Therewasthejewel-case,silver-clasped,andthewondrousbronzehandonthedressing-table,glisteningalloverwithahundredrings.Therewasthecheval-glass,thatmiracleofart,inwhichhecouldjustseehisownwonderingheadandthereflectionofDolly(queerlydistorted,andasifupintheceiling),plumpingandpattingthepillowsofthebed.Oh,thoupoorlonelylittlebenightedboy!MotheristhenameforGodinthelipsandheartsoflittlechildren;andherewasonewhowasworshippingastone!

           NowRawdonCrawley,rascalastheColonelwas,hadcertainmanlytendenciesofaffectioninhisheartandcouldloveachildandawomanstill.ForRawdonminorhehadagreatsecrettendernessthen,whichdidnotescapeRebecca,thoughshedidnottalkaboutittoherhusband.Itdidnotannoyher:shewastoogood-natured.Itonlyincreasedherscornforhim.Hefeltsomehowashamedofthispaternalsoftnessandhiditfromhiswifeonlyindulginginitwhenalonewiththeboy.

           Heusedtotakehimoutofmorningswhentheywouldgotothestablestogetherandtothepark.LittleLordSouthdown,thebest-naturedofmen,whowouldmakeyouapresentofthehatfromhishead,andwhosemainoccupationinlifewastobuyknick-knacksthathemightgivethemawayafterwards,boughtthelittlechapaponynotmuchbiggerthanalargerat,thedonorsaid,andonthislittleblackShetlandpygmyyoungRawdon’sgreatfatherwaspleasedtomounttheboy,andtowalkbyhissideinthepark.

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