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That
young
scapegrace
George
had
fled
too
,
and
as
the
gentleman
in
the
old
cloak
lined
with
red
stuff
stepped
on
to
the
shore
,
there
was
scarcely
any
one
present
to
see
what
took
place
,
which
was
briefly
this
:
A
lady
in
a
dripping
white
bonnet
and
shawl
,
with
her
two
little
hands
out
before
her
,
went
up
to
him
,
and
in
the
next
minute
she
had
altogether
disappeared
under
the
folds
of
the
old
cloak
,
and
was
kissing
one
of
his
hands
with
all
her
might
;
whilst
the
other
,
I
suppose
,
was
engaged
in
holding
her
to
his
heart
(
which
her
head
just
about
reached
)
and
in
preventing
her
from
tumbling
down
.
She
was
murmuring
something
about
--
forgive
--
dear
William
--
dear
,
dear
,
dearest
friend
--
kiss
,
kiss
,
kiss
,
and
so
forth
--
and
in
fact
went
on
under
the
cloak
in
an
absurd
manner
.
When
Emmy
emerged
from
it
,
she
still
kept
tight
hold
of
one
of
William
's
hands
,
and
looked
up
in
his
face
.
It
was
full
of
sadness
and
tender
love
and
pity
.
She
understood
its
reproach
and
hung
down
her
head
.
"
It
was
time
you
sent
for
me
,
dear
Amelia
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
will
never
go
again
,
William
?
"
"
No
,
never
,
"
he
answered
,
and
pressed
the
dear
little
soul
once
more
to
his
heart
.
As
they
issued
out
of
the
custom-house
precincts
,
Georgy
broke
out
on
them
,
with
his
telescope
up
to
his
eye
,
and
a
loud
laugh
of
welcome
;
he
danced
round
the
couple
and
performed
many
facetious
antics
as
he
led
them
up
to
the
house
.
Jos
was
n't
up
yet
;
Becky
not
visible
(
though
she
looked
at
them
through
the
blinds
)
.
Georgy
ran
off
to
see
about
breakfast
.
Emmy
,
whose
shawl
and
bonnet
were
off
in
the
passage
in
the
hands
of
Mrs.
Payne
,
now
went
to
undo
the
clasp
of
William
's
cloak
,
and
--
we
will
,
if
you
please
,
go
with
George
,
and
look
after
breakfast
for
the
Colonel
.
The
vessel
is
in
port
.
He
has
got
the
prize
he
has
been
trying
for
all
his
life
.
The
bird
has
come
in
at
last
.
There
it
is
with
its
head
on
his
shoulder
,
billing
and
cooing
close
up
to
his
heart
,
with
soft
outstretched
fluttering
wings
.
This
is
what
he
has
asked
for
every
day
and
hour
for
eighteen
years
.
This
is
what
he
pined
after
.
Here
it
is
--
the
summit
,
the
end
--
the
last
page
of
the
third
volume
.
Good-bye
,
Colonel
--
God
bless
you
,
honest
William
!
--
Farewell
,
dear
Amelia
--
Grow
green
again
,
tender
little
parasite
,
round
the
rugged
old
oak
to
which
you
cling
!
Perhaps
it
was
compunction
towards
the
kind
and
simple
creature
,
who
had
been
the
first
in
life
to
defend
her
,
perhaps
it
was
a
dislike
to
all
such
sentimental
scenes
--
but
Rebecca
,
satisfied
with
her
part
in
the
transaction
,
never
presented
herself
before
Colonel
Dobbin
and
the
lady
whom
he
married
.
"
Particular
business
,
"
she
said
,
took
her
to
Bruges
,
whither
she
went
,
and
only
Georgy
and
his
uncle
were
present
at
the
marriage
ceremony
.
When
it
was
over
,
and
Georgy
had
rejoined
his
parents
,
Mrs.
Becky
returned
(
just
for
a
few
days
)
to
comfort
the
solitary
bachelor
,
Joseph
Sedley
.
He
preferred
a
continental
life
,
he
said
,
and
declined
to
join
in
housekeeping
with
his
sister
and
her
husband
.
