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"
I
dare
n't
--
I
do
n't
think
--
it
would
be
right
--
to
be
alone
--
with
you
,
sir
,
"
Becky
said
,
seemingly
in
great
agitation
.
"
I
say
agin
,
I
want
you
,
"
Sir
Pitt
said
,
thumping
the
table
.
"
I
ca
n't
git
on
without
you
.
I
did
n't
see
what
it
was
till
you
went
away
.
The
house
all
goes
wrong
.
It
's
not
the
same
place
.
All
my
accounts
has
got
muddled
agin
.
You
MUST
come
back
.
Do
come
back
.
Dear
Becky
,
do
come
.
"
"
Come
--
as
what
,
sir
?
"
Rebecca
gasped
out
.
"
Come
as
Lady
Crawley
,
if
you
like
,
"
the
Baronet
said
,
grasping
his
crape
hat
.
"
There
!
will
that
zatusfy
you
?
Come
back
and
be
my
wife
.
Your
vit
vor
'
t.
Birth
be
hanged
.
You
're
as
good
a
lady
as
ever
I
see
.
You
've
got
more
brains
in
your
little
vinger
than
any
baronet
's
wife
in
the
county
.
Will
you
come
?
Yes
or
no
?
"
"
Oh
,
Sir
Pitt
!
"
Rebecca
said
,
very
much
moved
.
"
Say
yes
,
Becky
,
"
Sir
Pitt
continued
.
"
I
'm
an
old
man
,
but
a
good
'n
.
I
'm
good
for
twenty
years
.
I
'll
make
you
happy
,
zee
if
I
do
n't
.
You
shall
do
what
you
like
;
spend
what
you
like
;
and
'
ave
it
all
your
own
way
.
I
'll
make
you
a
zettlement
.
I
'll
do
everything
reglar
.
Look
year
!
"
and
the
old
man
fell
down
on
his
knees
and
leered
at
her
like
a
satyr
Rebecca
started
back
a
picture
of
consternation
.
In
the
course
of
this
history
we
have
never
seen
her
lose
her
presence
of
mind
;
but
she
did
now
,
and
wept
some
of
the
most
genuine
tears
that
ever
fell
from
her
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
Sir
Pitt
!
"
she
said
.
"
Oh
,
sir
--
I
--
I
'm
married
ALREADY
.
"
Every
reader
of
a
sentimental
turn
(
and
we
desire
no
other
)
must
have
been
pleased
with
the
tableau
with
which
the
last
act
of
our
little
drama
concluded
;
for
what
can
be
prettier
than
an
image
of
Love
on
his
knees
before
Beauty
?
But
when
Love
heard
that
awful
confession
from
Beauty
that
she
was
married
already
,
he
bounced
up
from
his
attitude
of
humility
on
the
carpet
,
uttering
exclamations
which
caused
poor
little
Beauty
to
be
more
frightened
than
she
was
when
she
made
her
avowal
.
"
Married
;
you
're
joking
,
"
the
Baronet
cried
,
after
the
first
explosion
of
rage
and
wonder
.
"
You
're
making
vun
of
me
,
Becky
.
Who
'd
ever
go
to
marry
you
without
a
shilling
to
your
vortune
?
"
