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She
greeted
her
host
with
affectionate
respect
and
made
a
shrinking
,
but
amicable
salutation
to
Major
Dobbin
,
who
,
as
her
instinct
assured
her
at
once
,
was
her
enemy
,
and
had
been
speaking
against
her
;
and
the
bustle
and
clatter
consequent
upon
her
arrival
brought
Amelia
out
of
her
room
.
Emmy
went
up
and
embraced
her
guest
with
the
greatest
warmth
,
and
took
no
notice
of
the
Major
,
except
to
fling
him
an
angry
look
--
the
most
unjust
and
scornful
glance
that
had
perhaps
ever
appeared
in
that
poor
little
woman
's
face
since
she
was
born
.
But
she
had
private
reasons
of
her
own
,
and
was
bent
upon
being
angry
with
him
.
And
Dobbin
,
indignant
at
the
injustice
,
not
at
the
defeat
,
went
off
,
making
her
a
bow
quite
as
haughty
as
the
killing
curtsey
with
which
the
little
woman
chose
to
bid
him
farewell
.
He
being
gone
,
Emmy
was
particularly
lively
and
affectionate
to
Rebecca
,
and
bustled
about
the
apartments
and
installed
her
guest
in
her
room
with
an
eagerness
and
activity
seldom
exhibited
by
our
placid
little
friend
.
But
when
an
act
of
injustice
is
to
be
done
,
especially
by
weak
people
,
it
is
best
that
it
should
be
done
quickly
,
and
Emmy
thought
she
was
displaying
a
great
deal
of
firmness
and
proper
feeling
and
veneration
for
the
late
Captain
Osborne
in
her
present
behaviour
.
Georgy
came
in
from
the
fetes
for
dinner-time
and
found
four
covers
laid
as
usual
;
but
one
of
the
places
was
occupied
by
a
lady
,
instead
of
by
Major
Dobbin
.
"
Hullo
!
where
's
Dob
?
"
the
young
gentleman
asked
with
his
usual
simplicity
of
language
.
"
Major
Dobbin
is
dining
out
,
I
suppose
,
"
his
mother
said
,
and
,
drawing
the
boy
to
her
,
kissed
him
a
great
deal
,
and
put
his
hair
off
his
forehead
,
and
introduced
him
to
Mrs.
Crawley
.
"
This
is
my
boy
,
Rebecca
,
"
Mrs.
Osborne
said
--
as
much
as
to
say
--
can
the
world
produce
anything
like
that
?
Becky
looked
at
him
with
rapture
and
pressed
his
hand
fondly
.
"
Dear
boy
!
"
she
said
--
"
he
is
just
like
my
--
"
Emotion
choked
her
further
utterance
,
but
Amelia
understood
,
as
well
as
if
she
had
spoken
,
that
Becky
was
thinking
of
her
own
blessed
child
.
However
,
the
company
of
her
friend
consoled
Mrs.
Crawley
,
and
she
ate
a
very
good
dinner
.
During
the
repast
,
she
had
occasion
to
speak
several
times
,
when
Georgy
eyed
her
and
listened
to
her
.
At
the
desert
Emmy
was
gone
out
to
superintend
further
domestic
arrangements
;
Jos
was
in
his
great
chair
dozing
over
Galignani
;
Georgy
and
the
new
arrival
sat
close
to
each
other
--
he
had
continued
to
look
at
her
knowingly
more
than
once
,
and
at
last
he
laid
down
the
nutcrackers
.
"
I
say
,
"
said
Georgy
.
"
What
do
you
say
?
"
Becky
said
,
laughing
.
"
You
're
the
lady
I
saw
in
the
mask
at
the
Rouge
et
Noir
.
"
"
Hush
!
you
little
sly
creature
,
"
Becky
said
,
taking
up
his
hand
and
kissing
it
.
"
Your
uncle
was
there
too
,
and
Mamma
must
n't
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
--
not
by
no
means
,
"
answered
the
little
fellow
.
