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"
Going
on
a
journey
;
and
when
is
he
coming
back
?
"
"
He
is
--
not
coming
back
,
"
answered
Emmy
.
"
Not
coming
back
!
"
cried
out
Georgy
,
jumping
up
.
"
Stay
here
,
sir
,
"
roared
out
Jos.
"
Stay
,
Georgy
,
"
said
his
mother
with
a
very
sad
face
.
The
boy
stopped
,
kicked
about
the
room
,
jumped
up
and
down
from
the
window-seat
with
his
knees
,
and
showed
every
symptom
of
uneasiness
and
curiosity
.
The
horses
were
put
to
.
The
baggage
was
strapped
on
.
Francis
came
out
with
his
master
's
sword
,
cane
,
and
umbrella
tied
up
together
,
and
laid
them
in
the
well
,
and
his
desk
and
old
tin
cocked-hat
case
,
which
he
placed
under
the
seat
.
Francis
brought
out
the
stained
old
blue
cloak
lined
with
red
camlet
,
which
had
wrapped
the
owner
up
any
time
these
fifteen
years
,
and
had
manchen
Sturm
erlebt
,
as
a
favourite
song
of
those
days
said
.
It
had
been
new
for
the
campaign
of
Waterloo
and
had
covered
George
and
William
after
the
night
of
Quatre
Bras
.
Old
Burcke
,
the
landlord
of
the
lodgings
,
came
out
,
then
Francis
,
with
more
packages
--
final
packages
--
then
Major
William
--
Burcke
wanted
to
kiss
him
.
The
Major
was
adored
by
all
people
with
whom
he
had
to
do
.
It
was
with
difficulty
he
could
escape
from
this
demonstration
of
attachment
.
"
By
Jove
,
I
will
go
!
"
screamed
out
George
.
"
Give
him
this
,
"
said
Becky
,
quite
interested
,
and
put
a
paper
into
the
boy
's
hand
.
He
had
rushed
down
the
stairs
and
flung
across
the
street
in
a
minute
--
the
yellow
postilion
was
cracking
his
whip
gently
.
William
had
got
into
the
carriage
,
released
from
the
embraces
of
his
landlord
.
George
bounded
in
afterwards
,
and
flung
his
arms
round
the
Major
's
neck
(
as
they
saw
from
the
window
)
,
and
began
asking
him
multiplied
questions
.
Then
he
felt
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
and
gave
him
a
note
.
William
seized
at
it
rather
eagerly
,
he
opened
it
trembling
,
but
instantly
his
countenance
changed
,
and
he
tore
the
paper
in
two
and
dropped
it
out
of
the
carriage
He
kissed
Georgy
on
the
head
,
and
the
boy
got
out
,
doubling
his
fists
into
his
eyes
,
and
with
the
aid
of
Francis
.
He
lingered
with
his
hand
on
the
panel
.
Fort
,
Schwager
!
The
yellow
postilion
cracked
his
whip
prodigiously
,
up
sprang
Francis
to
the
box
,
away
went
the
schimmels
,
and
Dobbin
with
his
head
on
his
breast
.
He
never
looked
up
as
they
passed
under
Amelia
's
window
,
and
Georgy
,
left
alone
in
the
street
,
burst
out
crying
in
the
face
of
all
the
crowd
.
Emmy
's
maid
heard
him
howling
again
during
the
night
and
brought
him
some
preserved
apricots
to
console
him
.
She
mingled
her
lamentations
with
his
.
All
the
poor
,
all
the
humble
,
all
honest
folks
,
all
good
men
who
knew
him
,
loved
that
kind-hearted
and
simple
gentleman
.
