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If
the
Major
had
twitched
before
,
he
started
now
,
and
slapped
the
bamboo
on
the
ground
with
an
emphasis
which
made
Miss
Clapp
cry
,
"
Law
,
"
and
laugh
too
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
,
silent
,
with
open
mouth
,
looking
after
the
retreating
young
couple
,
while
Miss
Mary
told
their
history
;
but
he
did
not
hear
beyond
the
announcement
of
the
reverend
gentleman
's
marriage
;
his
head
was
swimming
with
felicity
.
After
this
rencontre
he
began
to
walk
double
quick
towards
the
place
of
his
destination
--
and
yet
they
were
too
soon
(
for
he
was
in
a
great
tremor
at
the
idea
of
a
meeting
for
which
he
had
been
longing
any
time
these
ten
years
)
--
through
the
Brompton
lanes
,
and
entering
at
the
little
old
portal
in
Kensington
Garden
wall
.
"
There
they
are
,
"
said
Miss
Polly
,
and
she
felt
him
again
start
back
on
her
arm
.
She
was
a
confidante
at
once
of
the
whole
business
.
She
knew
the
story
as
well
as
if
she
had
read
it
in
one
of
her
favourite
novel-books
--
Fatherless
Fanny
,
or
the
Scottish
Chiefs
.
"
Suppose
you
were
to
run
on
and
tell
her
,
"
the
Major
said
.
Polly
ran
forward
,
her
yellow
shawl
streaming
in
the
breeze
.
Old
Sedley
was
seated
on
a
bench
,
his
handkerchief
placed
over
his
knees
,
prattling
away
,
according
to
his
wont
,
with
some
old
story
about
old
times
to
which
Amelia
had
listened
and
awarded
a
patient
smile
many
a
time
before
.
She
could
of
late
think
of
her
own
affairs
,
and
smile
or
make
other
marks
of
recognition
of
her
father
's
stories
,
scarcely
hearing
a
word
of
the
old
man
's
tales
.
As
Mary
came
bouncing
along
,
and
Amelia
caught
sight
of
her
,
she
started
up
from
her
bench
.
Her
first
thought
was
that
something
had
happened
to
Georgy
,
but
the
sight
of
the
messenger
's
eager
and
happy
face
dissipated
that
fear
in
the
timorous
mother
's
bosom
.
"
News
!
News
!
"
cried
the
emissary
of
Major
Dobbin
.
"
He
's
come
!
He
's
come
!
"
"
Who
is
come
?
"
said
Emmy
,
still
thinking
of
her
son
.
"
Look
there
,
"
answered
Miss
Clapp
,
turning
round
and
pointing
;
in
which
direction
Amelia
looking
,
saw
Dobbin
's
lean
figure
and
long
shadow
stalking
across
the
grass
.
Amelia
started
in
her
turn
,
blushed
up
,
and
,
of
course
,
began
to
cry
.
At
all
this
simple
little
creature
's
fetes
,
the
grandes
eaux
were
accustomed
to
play
.
He
looked
at
her
--
oh
,
how
fondly
--
as
she
came
running
towards
him
,
her
hands
before
her
,
ready
to
give
them
to
him
.
She
was
n't
changed
.
She
was
a
little
pale
,
a
little
stouter
in
figure
.
Her
eyes
were
the
same
,
the
kind
trustful
eyes
.
There
were
scarce
three
lines
of
silver
in
her
soft
brown
hair
.
She
gave
him
both
her
hands
as
she
looked
up
flushing
and
smiling
through
her
tears
into
his
honest
homely
face
.
He
took
the
two
little
hands
between
his
two
and
held
them
there
.
He
was
speechless
for
a
moment
.
Why
did
he
not
take
her
in
his
arms
and
swear
that
he
would
never
leave
her
?
She
must
have
yielded
:
she
could
not
but
have
obeyed
him
.
"
I
--
I
've
another
arrival
to
announce
,
"
he
said
after
a
pause
.
