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Chapter XXIX

Brussels

Mr. Jos had hired a pair of horses for his open carriage,
with which cattle, and the smart London vehicle, he made
a very tolerable figure in the drives about Brussels. George
purchased a horse for his private riding, and he and Captain
Dobbin would often accompany the carriage in which Jos
and his sister took daily excursions of pleasure. They went
out that day in the park for their accustomed diversion,
and there, sure enough, George’s remark with regard to the
arrival of Rawdon Crawley and his wife proved to be cor-
rect. In the midst of a little troop of horsemen, consisting of
some of the very greatest persons in Brussels, Rebecca was
seen in the prettiest and tightest of riding-habits, mounted
on a beautiful little Arab, which she rode to perfection (hav-
ing acquired the art at Queen’s Crawley, where the Baronet,
Mr. Pitt, and Rawdon himself had given her many lessons),
and by the side of the gallant General Tufto.
‘Sure it’s the Juke himself,’ cried Mrs. Major O’Dowd to
Jos, who began to blush violently; ‘and that’s Lord Uxbridge
on the bay. How elegant he looks! Me brother, Molloy Ma-
lony, is as like him as two pays.’

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