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Title: Vanity fair
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863 Fiske, Minnie Maddern, Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 British Female friendship Social classes Married women
Publisher: New York and Boston, H. M. Caldwell company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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with, and such as I would have wonfrom a woman more generous than you. No, you are not worthyof the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along that theprize I had set my life on was not worth the winning; that I was afool, with fond fancies, too, bartering away my all of truth and ardoragainst your little feeble remnant of love. I will bargain no more ;I withdraw. I find no fault with you. You are very good-natured,and have done your best; but you couldnt—you couldnt reach upto the height of the attachment which I bore you, and which aloftier soul than yours might have been proud to share. Good-by,Amelia ! I have, watched your struggle. Let it end. We areboth weary of it. Amelia stood scared and silent as William thus suddenly brokethe chain by which she held him, and declared his independenceand superiority. He had placed himself at her feet so long thatthe poor little woman had been accustomed to trample upon him.She didnt wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him. She
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AMANTIUM IR^. 7 51 wished to give him nothing, but that he should give all. It is abargain not unfrequently levied in love. Williams sally had quite broken and cast her down. Herassault was long since over and beaten back. Am I to understand, then—that you are going—away—Wil-liam ? she said. He gave a sad laugh. I went once before, he said, andcame back after twelve years. We were young then, Amelia.Good-by. I have spent enough of my life at this play. While they had been talking, the door into Mrs. Osbornes roomhad opened ever so little; indeed Becky had kept a hold of thehandle, and had turned it on the instant when Dobbin quitted it;and she heard every word of the conversation that had passed be-tween these two. What a noble heart that man has, she thought, and how shamefully that woman plays with it! She admiredDobbin ; she bore him no rancor for the part he had taken againsther. It was an open move in the game, and played fairly. Ah !she thought, if I could have had such a

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