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"
Married
!
married
!
"
Rebecca
said
,
in
an
agony
of
tears
--
her
voice
choking
with
emotion
,
her
handkerchief
up
to
her
ready
eyes
,
fainting
against
the
mantelpiece
a
figure
of
woe
fit
to
melt
the
most
obdurate
heart
.
"
O
Sir
Pitt
,
dear
Sir
Pitt
,
do
not
think
me
ungrateful
for
all
your
goodness
to
me
.
It
is
only
your
generosity
that
has
extorted
my
secret
.
"
"
Generosity
be
hanged
!
"
Sir
Pitt
roared
out
.
"
Who
is
it
tu
,
then
,
you
're
married
?
Where
was
it
?
"
"
Let
me
come
back
with
you
to
the
country
,
sir
!
Let
me
watch
over
you
as
faithfully
as
ever
!
Do
n't
,
do
n't
separate
me
from
dear
Queen
's
Crawley
!
"
"
The
feller
has
left
you
,
has
he
?
"
the
Baronet
said
,
beginning
,
as
he
fancied
,
to
comprehend
.
"
Well
,
Becky
--
come
back
if
you
like
.
You
ca
n't
eat
your
cake
and
have
it
.
Any
ways
I
made
you
a
vair
offer
.
Coom
back
as
governess
--
you
shall
have
it
all
your
own
way
.
"
She
held
out
one
hand
.
She
cried
fit
to
break
her
heart
;
her
ringlets
fell
over
her
face
,
and
over
the
marble
mantelpiece
where
she
laid
it
.
"
So
the
rascal
ran
off
,
eh
?
"
Sir
Pitt
said
,
with
a
hideous
attempt
at
consolation
.
"
Never
mind
,
Becky
,
I
'LL
take
care
of
'
ee
.
"
"
Oh
,
sir
!
it
would
be
the
pride
of
my
life
to
go
back
to
Queen
's
Crawley
,
and
take
care
of
the
children
,
and
of
you
as
formerly
,
when
you
said
you
were
pleased
with
the
services
of
your
little
Rebecca
.
When
I
think
of
what
you
have
just
offered
me
,
my
heart
fills
with
gratitude
indeed
it
does
.
I
ca
n't
be
your
wife
,
sir
;
let
me
--
let
me
be
your
daughter
.
"
Saying
which
,
Rebecca
went
down
on
HER
knees
in
a
most
tragical
way
,
and
,
taking
Sir
Pitt
's
horny
black
hand
between
her
own
two
(
which
were
very
pretty
and
white
,
and
as
soft
as
satin
)
,
looked
up
in
his
face
with
an
expression
of
exquisite
pathos
and
confidence
,
when
--
when
the
door
opened
,
and
Miss
Crawley
sailed
in
.
Mrs.
Firkin
and
Miss
Briggs
,
who
happened
by
chance
to
be
at
the
parlour
door
soon
after
the
Baronet
and
Rebecca
entered
the
apartment
,
had
also
seen
accidentally
,
through
the
keyhole
,
the
old
gentleman
prostrate
before
the
governess
,
and
had
heard
the
generous
proposal
which
he
made
her
.
It
was
scarcely
out
of
his
mouth
when
Mrs.
Firkin
and
Miss
Briggs
had
streamed
up
the
stairs
,
had
rushed
into
the
drawing-room
where
Miss
Crawley
was
reading
the
French
novel
,
and
had
given
that
old
lady
the
astounding
intelligence
that
Sir
Pitt
was
on
his
knees
,
proposing
to
Miss
Sharp
.
And
if
you
calculate
the
time
for
the
above
dialogue
to
take
place
--
the
time
for
Briggs
and
Firkin
to
fly
to
the
drawing-room
--
the
time
for
Miss
Crawley
to
be
astonished
,
and
to
drop
her
volume
of
Pigault
le
Brun
--
and
the
time
for
her
to
come
downstairs
--
you
will
see
how
exactly
accurate
this
history
is
,
and
how
Miss
Crawley
must
have
appeared
at
the
very
instant
when
Rebecca
had
assumed
the
attitude
of
humility
.
"
It
is
the
lady
on
the
ground
,
and
not
the
gentleman
,
"
Miss
Crawley
said
,
with
a
look
and
voice
of
great
scorn
.
"
They
told
me
that
YOU
were
on
your
knees
,
Sir
Pitt
:
do
kneel
once
more
,
and
let
me
see
this
pretty
couple
!
"
