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Think of him writing such a hand, and quoting Greek too, at his age, the delighted mother said. Oh, William, she added, holding out her hand to the Major, what a treasure Heaven has given me in that boy! He is the comfort of my lifeand he is the image ofof him thats gone! Ought I to be angry with her for being faithful to him? William thought. Ought I to be jealous of my friend in the grave, or hurt that such a heart as Amelias can love only once and for ever? Oh, George, George, how little you knew the prize you had, though. This sentiment passed rapidly through Williams mind as he was holding Amelias hand, whilst the handkerchief was veiling her eyes. Dear friend, she said, pressing the hand which held hers, how good, how kind you always have been to me! See! Papa is stirring. You will go and see Georgy tomorrow, wont you? Not to-morrow, said poor old Dobbin. I have business. He did not like to own that he had not as yet been to his parents and his dear sister Annea remissness for which I am sure every well-regulated person will blame the Major. And presently he took his leave, leaving his address behind him for Jos, against the latters arrival. And so the first day was over, and he had seen her. When he got back to the Slaughters, the roast fowl was of course cold, in which condition he ate it for supper. And knowing what early hours his family kept, and that it would be needless to disturb their slumbers at so late an hour, it is on record, that Major Dobbin treated himself to half-price at the Haymarket Theatre that evening, where let us hope he enjoyed himself. |
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