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Dobbin of Ours

           "Andhelookedtowardstheglasshimselfwithmuchnaivete;andinsodoing,caughtMissSharp’seyefixedkeenlyuponhim,atwhichheblushedalittle,andRebeccathoughtinherheart,"Ah,monbeauMonsieur!IthinkIhaveYOURgauge"—thelittleartfulminx!

           Thatevening,whenAmeliacametrippingintothedrawing-roominawhitemuslinfrock,preparedforconquestatVauxhall,singinglikealark,andasfreshasaroseaverytallungainlygentleman,withlargehandsandfeet,andlargeears,setoffbyacloselycroppedheadofblackhair,andinthehideousmilitaryfroggedcoatandcockedhatofthosetimes,advancedtomeether,andmadeheroneoftheclumsiestbowsthatwaseverperformedbyamortal.

           ThiswasnootherthanCaptainWilliamDobbin,ofHisMajesty’sRegimentofFoot,returnedfromyellowfever,intheWestIndies,towhichthefortuneoftheservicehadorderedhisregiment,whilstsomanyofhisgallantcomradeswerereapinggloryinthePeninsula.

           Hehadarrivedwithaknocksoverytimidandquietthatitwasinaudibletotheladiesupstairs:otherwise,youmaybesureMissAmeliawouldneverhavebeensoboldastocomesingingintotheroom.Asitwas,thesweetfreshlittlevoicewentrightintotheCaptain’sheart,andnestledthere.

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