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For
though
she
worked
up
Miss
Crawley
to
a
proper
dislike
of
her
disobedient
nephew
,
the
invalid
had
a
great
hatred
and
secret
terror
of
her
victimizer
,
and
panted
to
escape
from
her
.
After
a
brief
space
,
she
rebelled
against
Highgate
and
Hornsey
utterly
.
She
would
go
into
the
Park
.
Mrs.
Bute
knew
they
would
meet
the
abominable
Rawdon
there
,
and
she
was
right
.
One
day
in
the
ring
,
Rawdon
's
stanhope
came
in
sight
;
Rebecca
was
seated
by
him
.
In
the
enemy
's
equipage
Miss
Crawley
occupied
her
usual
place
,
with
Mrs.
Bute
on
her
left
,
the
poodle
and
Miss
Briggs
on
the
back
seat
.
It
was
a
nervous
moment
,
and
Rebecca
's
heart
beat
quick
as
she
recognized
the
carriage
;
and
as
the
two
vehicles
crossed
each
other
in
a
line
,
she
clasped
her
hands
,
and
looked
towards
the
spinster
with
a
face
of
agonized
attachment
and
devotion
.
Rawdon
himself
trembled
,
and
his
face
grew
purple
behind
his
dyed
mustachios
.
Only
old
Briggs
was
moved
in
the
other
carriage
,
and
cast
her
great
eyes
nervously
towards
her
old
friends
.
Miss
Crawley
's
bonnet
was
resolutely
turned
towards
the
Serpentine
.
Mrs.
Bute
happened
to
be
in
ecstasies
with
the
poodle
,
and
was
calling
him
a
little
darling
,
and
a
sweet
little
zoggy
,
and
a
pretty
pet
.
The
carriages
moved
on
,
each
in
his
line
.
"
Done
,
by
Jove
,
"
Rawdon
said
to
his
wife
.
"
Try
once
more
,
Rawdon
,
"
Rebecca
answered
.
"
Could
not
you
lock
your
wheels
into
theirs
,
dearest
?
"
Rawdon
had
not
the
heart
for
that
manoeuvre
When
the
carriages
met
again
,
he
stood
up
in
his
stanhope
;
he
raised
his
hand
ready
to
doff
his
hat
;
he
looked
with
all
his
eyes
.
But
this
time
Miss
Crawley
's
face
was
not
turned
away
;
she
and
Mrs.
Bute
looked
him
full
in
the
face
,
and
cut
their
nephew
pitilessly
.
He
sank
back
in
his
seat
with
an
oath
,
and
striking
out
of
the
ring
,
dashed
away
desperately
homewards
.
It
was
a
gallant
and
decided
triumph
for
Mrs.
Bute
.
But
she
felt
the
danger
of
many
such
meetings
,
as
she
saw
the
evident
nervousness
of
Miss
Crawley
;
and
she
determined
that
it
was
most
necessary
for
her
dear
friend
's
health
,
that
they
should
leave
town
for
a
while
,
and
recommended
Brighton
very
strongly
.
Without
knowing
how
,
Captain
William
Dobbin
found
himself
the
great
promoter
,
arranger
,
and
manager
of
the
match
between
George
Osborne
and
Amelia
.
But
for
him
it
never
would
have
taken
place
:
he
could
not
but
confess
as
much
to
himself
,
and
smiled
rather
bitterly
as
he
thought
that
he
of
all
men
in
the
world
should
be
the
person
upon
whom
the
care
of
this
marriage
had
fallen
.
But
though
indeed
the
conducting
of
this
negotiation
was
about
as
painful
a
task
as
could
be
set
to
him
,
yet
when
he
had
a
duty
to
perform
,
Captain
Dobbin
was
accustomed
to
go
through
it
without
many
words
or
much
hesitation
:
and
,
having
made
up
his
mind
completely
,
that
if
Miss
Sedley
was
balked
of
her
husband
she
would
die
of
the
disappointment
,
he
was
determined
to
use
all
his
best
endeavours
to
keep
her
alive
.
I
forbear
to
enter
into
minute
particulars
of
the
interview
between
George
and
Amelia
,
when
the
former
was
brought
back
to
the
feet
(
or
should
we
venture
to
say
the
arms
?
)
of
his
young
mistress
by
the
intervention
of
his
friend
honest
William
.
A
much
harder
heart
than
George
's
would
have
melted
at
the
sight
of
that
sweet
face
so
sadly
ravaged
by
grief
and
despair
,
and
at
the
simple
tender
accents
in
which
she
told
her
little
broken-hearted
story
:
but
as
she
did
not
faint
when
her
mother
,
trembling
,
brought
Osborne
to
her
;
and
as
she
only
gave
relief
to
her
overcharged
grief
,
by
laying
her
head
on
her
lover
's
shoulder
and
there
weeping
for
a
while
the
most
tender
,
copious
,
and
refreshing
tears
--
old
Mrs.
Sedley
,
too
greatly
relieved
,
thought
it
was
best
to
leave
the
young
persons
to
themselves
;
and
so
quitted
Emmy
crying
over
George
's
hand
,
and
kissing
it
humbly
,
as
if
he
were
her
supreme
chief
and
master
,
and
as
if
she
were
quite
a
guilty
and
unworthy
person
needing
every
favour
and
grace
from
him
.
This
prostration
and
sweet
unrepining
obedience
exquisitely
touched
and
flattered
George
Osborne
.
He
saw
a
slave
before
him
in
that
simple
yielding
faithful
creature
,
and
his
soul
within
him
thrilled
secretly
somehow
at
the
knowledge
of
his
power
.
He
would
be
generous-minded
,
Sultan
as
he
was
,
and
raise
up
this
kneeling
Esther
and
make
a
queen
of
her
:
besides
,
her
sadness
and
beauty
touched
him
as
much
as
her
submission
,
and
so
he
cheered
her
,
and
raised
her
up
and
forgave
her
,
so
to
speak
.
All
her
hopes
and
feelings
,
which
were
dying
and
withering
,
this
her
sun
having
been
removed
from
her
,
bloomed
again
and
at
once
,
its
light
being
restored
.
You
would
scarcely
have
recognised
the
beaming
little
face
upon
Amelia
's
pillow
that
night
as
the
one
that
was
laid
there
the
night
before
,
so
wan
,
so
lifeless
,
so
careless
of
all
round
about
.
The
honest
Irish
maid-servant
,
delighted
with
the
change
,
asked
leave
to
kiss
the
face
that
had
grown
all
of
a
sudden
so
rosy
.
Amelia
put
her
arms
round
the
girl
's
neck
and
kissed
her
with
all
her
heart
,
like
a
child
.
She
was
little
more
.
