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           "Somemenarecomingwhowillonlyboreyou.Iwouldnotaskthem,butyouknowit’sforyourgood,andnowIhaveasheep-dog,Ineednotbeafraidtobealone."

           "Asheep-dogacompanion!BeckySharpwithacompanion!Isn’titgoodfun?"thoughtMrs.Crawleytoherself.Thenotiontickledhugelyhersenseofhumour.

           OneSundaymorning,asRawdonCrawley,hislittleson,andtheponyweretakingtheiraccustomedwalkinthepark,theypassedbyanoldacquaintanceoftheColonel’s,CorporalClink,oftheregiment,whowasinconversationwithafriend,anoldgentleman,whoheldaboyinhisarmsabouttheageoflittleRawdon.ThisotheryoungsterhadseizedholdoftheWaterloomedalwhichtheCorporalwore,andwasexaminingitwithdelight.

           "Goodmorning,yourHonour,"saidClink,inreplytothe"Howdo,Clink?"oftheColonel."ThisereyounggentlemanisaboutthelittleColonel’sage,sir,"continuedthecorporal.

           "HisfatherwasaWaterlooman,too,"saidtheoldgentleman,whocarriedtheboy."Wasn’the,Georgy?"

           "Yes,"saidGeorgy.Heandthelittlechapontheponywerelookingateachotherwithalltheirmightsolemnlyscanningeachotheraschildrendo.

           "Inalineregiment,"Clinksaidwithapatronizingair.

           "HewasaCaptaininthethregiment,"saidtheoldgentlemanratherpompously."CaptainGeorgeOsborne,sirperhapsyouknewhim

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