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Title: Boys and girls from Thackeray
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Sweetser, Kate Dickinson, d. 1939 Williams, George Alfred, 1875- illus
Subjects: Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863
Publisher: New York, Duffield & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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of him! And there let us leave him at Castlewood Inn, on groundhallowed by the footsteps of his ancestors. There he stands,with new scenes, new friends, new experiences ahead, richin hope, in expectation, and in the enthusiasm of youth—youth that comes but once, and is so fleet of foot! And still more glad would he have been had he knownthat the near future was to verify his mothers belief; torestore to him the twin-brother now mourned as dead.And glad are we, in looking beyond this story of boyhooddays, to find that though in the Revolutionary War thesubjects of this sketch fought on different sides in the quar-rel, they came out peacefully at its conclusion, as brothersshould, their love never having materially diminished, how-ever angrily the contest divided them. The colonel in scarlet and the general in blue and buflfhang side by side in the wainscoted parlour of the War-ringtons in England, and the portraits are known by thename of The Virginians. 133 BECKY SHARP ATSCHOOL 155
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^-Ksacs-as- >f^ Becky Sharp leaving Chiswick. BECKY SHARP ATSCHOOL WHILE the last century was in its teens, andon one sunshiny morning in June, there droveup t6 the great iron gate of Miss PinkertonsAcademy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall,a large family coach, with two fat horses inblazing harness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cor-nered hat and wig, at the rate of four miles an hour. Ablack servant, who reposed on the box beside the fat coach-man, uncurled his bandy legs as soon as the equipage drewup opposite Miss Pinkertons shining brass plate; and ashe pulled the bell at least a score of young heads were seenpeering out of the narrow windows of the stately old brickhouse. Nay, the acute observer might have recognised thelittle red nose of good-natured Miss Jemima Pinkertonherself, rising over some geranium-pots in the window ofthat ladys own drawing-room. It is Mrs. Sedleys coach,sister, said Miss Jemima. Sambo, the black servant, hasjust rung the bell; and the coachma

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