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Vauxhall

           "Youterrible!Why,man,youcouldn’tstandyoumadeeverybodylaughintheGardens,thoughyouwerecryingyourself.Youweremaudlin,Jos.Don’tyouremembersingingasong?"

           "Awhat?"Josasked.

           "Asentimentalsong,andcallingRosa,Rebecca,what’shername,Amelia’slittlefriendyourdearestdiddle-diddle-darling?"Andthisruthlessyoungfellow,seizingholdofDobbin’shand,actedoverthescene,tothehorroroftheoriginalperformer,andinspiteofDobbin’sgood-naturedentreatiestohimtohavemercy.

           "WhyshouldIsparehim?"Osbornesaidtohisfriend’sremonstrances,whentheyquittedtheinvalid,leavinghimunderthehandsofDoctorGollop."Whatthedeucerighthashetogivehimselfhispatronizingairs,andmakefoolsofusatVauxhall?Who’sthislittleschoolgirlthatisoglingandmakinglovetohim?Hangit,thefamily’slowenoughalready,withoutHER.Agovernessisallverywell,butI’dratherhavealadyformysister-in-law.I’maliberalman;butI’veproperpride,andknowmyownstation:letherknowhers.AndI’lltakedownthatgreathectoringNabob,andpreventhimfrombeingmadeagreaterfoolthanheis.That’swhyItoldhimtolookout,lestshebroughtanactionagainsthim."

           "Isupposeyouknowbest,"Dobbinsaid,thoughratherdubiously."YoualwayswereaTory,andyourfamily’soneoftheoldestinEngland.

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