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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 em-
braces 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 in-
stantly 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

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