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Dobbin of Ours

           ItwasthelastchargeoftheGuard(thatis,itwouldhavebeen,onlyWaterloohadnotyettakenplace)—itwasNey’scolumnbreastingthehillofLaHayeSainte,bristlingwithtenthousandbayonets,andcrownedwithtwentyeaglesitwastheshoutofthebeef-eatingBritish,asleapingdownthehilltheyrushedtohugtheenemyinthesavagearmsofbattleinotherwords,Cuffcomingupfullofpluck,butquitereelingandgroggy,theFig-merchantputinhisleftasusualonhisadversary’snose,andsenthimdownforthelasttime.

           "Ithinkthatwilldoforhim,"Figssaid,ashisopponentdroppedasneatlyonthegreenasIhaveseenJackSpot’sballplumpintothepocketatbilliards;andthefactis,whentimewascalled,Mr.ReginaldCuffwasnotable,ordidnotchoose,tostandupagain.

           AndnowalltheboyssetupsuchashoutforFigsaswouldhavemadeyouthinkhehadbeentheirdarlingchampionthroughthewholebattle;andasabsolutelybroughtDr.Swishtailoutofhisstudy,curioustoknowthecauseoftheuproar.HethreatenedtoflogFigsviolently,ofcourse;butCuff,whohadcometohimselfbythistime,andwaswashinghiswounds,stoodupandsaid,"It’smyfault,sirnotFigs’—notDobbin’s.Iwasbullyingalittleboy;andheservedmeright."Bywhichmagnanimousspeechhenotonlysavedhisconquerorawhipping,butgotbackallhisascendancyovertheboyswhichhisdefeathadnearlycosthim.

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