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.
Emmy was very glad in her heart to think that she had written to her husband before she read or knew of that letter of George's. "I knew it all along," William said; "but could I use that weapon against the poor fellow's memory? It was that which made me suffer so when you--"

Here it is - the summit, the end - the last page of the third volume.
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 Amelia, who had been the first in life to defend her, perhaps it was a dislike of such sentimental scenes - but Rebecca never presented herself before Colonel Dobbin and his bride. "Particular business," she said, took her to Bruges, and only Georgy and his uncle were present at the marriage ceremony.
When it was over, 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 the new household of his sister and her husband.
Emmy was very glad to think that she had written to her husband before she read that letter of George's.
"I knew it all along," William said; "but could I use that weapon against the poor fellow's memory? It was that which made me suffer so when you-"
