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Vauxhall

           "

           "Howareyou,Sedley?"thatyoungwagbegan,aftersurveyinghisvictim."Nobonesbroke?There’sahackney-coachmandownstairswithablackeye,andatied-uphead,vowinghe’llhavethelawofyou."

           "Whatdoyoumeanlaw?"Sedleyfaintlyasked.

           "Forthrashinghimlastnightdidn’the,Dobbin?Youhitout,sir,likeMolyneux.Thewatchmansaysheneversawafellowgodownsostraight.AskDobbin."

           "YouDIDhavearoundwiththecoachman,"CaptainDobbinsaid,"andshowedplentyoffighttoo."

           "AndthatfellowwiththewhitecoatatVauxhall!HowJosdroveathim!Howthewomenscreamed!ByJove,sir,itdidmyheartgoodtoseeyou.Ithoughtyoucivilianshadnopluck;butI’llnevergetinyourwaywhenyouareinyourcups,Jos."

           "IbelieveI’mveryterrible,whenI’mroused,"ejaculatedJosfromthesofa,andmadeagrimacesodrearyandludicrous,thattheCaptain’spolitenesscouldrestrainhimnolonger,andheandOsbornefiredoffaringingvolleyoflaughter.

           Osbornepursuedhisadvantagepitilessly.HethoughtJosamilksop.HehadbeenrevolvinginhismindthemarriagequestionpendingbetweenJosandRebecca,andwasnotoverwellpleasedthatamemberofafamilyintowhichhe,GeorgeOsborne,oftheth,wasgoingtomarry,shouldmakeamesalliancewithalittlenobodyalittleupstartgoverness."Youhit,youpooroldfellow!"saidOsborne.

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