"It is a woman whom I dislike very much," said the Major, doggedly, "and whom you have no cause to love."
"It is Rebecca, I'm sure it is Rebecca," Amelia said,blushing and being very much agitated.
"You are right; you always are," Dobbin answered.Brussels, Waterloo, old, old times, griefs, pangs,remembrances, rushed back into Amelia's gentle heart and caused a cruel agitation there.
"Don't let me see her," Emmy continued. "I couldn't see her."
