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Dobbin of Ours

           Cuff,onasunshinyafternoon,wasintheneighbourhoodofpoorWilliamDobbin,whowaslyingunderatreeintheplayground,spellingoverafavouritecopyoftheArabianNightswhichhehadapartfromtherestoftheschool,whowerepursuingtheirvarioussportsquitelonely,andalmosthappy.Ifpeoplewouldbutleavechildrentothemselves;ifteacherswouldceasetobullythem;ifparentswouldnotinsistupondirectingtheirthoughts,anddominatingtheirfeelingsthosefeelingsandthoughtswhichareamysterytoall(forhowmuchdoyouandIknowofeachother,ofourchildren,ofourfathers,ofourneighbour,andhowfarmorebeautifulandsacredarethethoughtsofthepoorladorgirlwhomyougovernlikelytobe,thanthoseofthedullandworld-corruptedpersonwhoruleshim?)—if,Isay,parentsandmasterswouldleavetheirchildrenalonealittlemore,smallharmwouldaccrue,althoughalessquantityofasinpraesentimightbeacquired.

           Well,WilliamDobbinhadforonceforgottentheworld,andwasawaywithSindbadtheSailorintheValleyofDiamonds,orwithPrinceAhmedandtheFairyPeribanouinthatdelightfulcavernwherethePrincefoundher,andwhitherweshouldallliketomakeatour;whenshrillcries,asofalittlefellowweeping,wokeuphispleasantreverie;andlookingup,hesawCuffbeforehim,belabouringalittleboy.

           Itwastheladwhohadpeacheduponhimaboutthegrocer’scart;butheborelittlemalice,notatleasttowardstheyoungandsmall.

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