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Dobbin of Ours

           "Don’tyouthinkoneofthedaughterswouldbeagoodspecforme,Ma’am?"

           "Youfoolishcreature!Whowouldtakeyou,Ishouldliketoknow,withyouryellowface?"

           "Mineayellowface?StoptillyouseeDobbin.Why,hehadtheyellowfeverthreetimes;twiceatNassau,andonceatSt.Kitts."

           "Well,well;yoursisquiteyellowenoughforus.Isn’tit,Emmy?"Mrs.Sedleysaid:atwhichspeechMissAmeliaonlymadeasmileandablush;andlookingatMr.GeorgeOsborne’spaleinterestingcountenance,andthosebeautifulblack,curling,shiningwhiskers,whichtheyounggentlemanhimselfregardedwithnoordinarycomplacency,shethoughtinherlittleheartthatinHisMajesty’sarmy,orinthewideworld,thereneverwassuchafaceorsuchahero."Idon’tcareaboutCaptainDobbin’scomplexion,"shesaid,"orabouthisawkwardness.Ishallalwayslikehim,Iknow,"herlittlereasonbeing,thathewasthefriendandchampionofGeorge.

           "There’snotafinerfellowintheservice,"Osbornesaid,"norabetterofficer,thoughheisnotanAdonis,certainly.

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