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wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they
come by their deserts: but who can tell the mischief which the very
virtuous do?
To her sister-in-law, Lady Anne, the Colonel's society was more welcome.
The affectionate gentleman never tired of doing kindnesses to his
brother's many children; and as Mr. Clive's pursuits now separated him a
good deal from his father, the Colonel, not perhaps without a sigh that
fate should so separate him from the society which he loved best in the
world, consoled himself as best he might with his nephews and nieces,
especially with Ethel, for whom his belle passion conceived at first
sight never diminished. If Uncle Newcome had a hundred children, Ethel
said, who was rather jealous of disposition, he would spoil them all. He
found a fine occupation in breaking a pretty little horse for her, of
which he made her a present, and there was no horse in the Park that was
so handsome, and surely no girl who looked more beautiful than Ethel
Newcome with her broad hat and red ribbon, with her thick black locks
waving round her bright face, galloping along the ride on Bhurtpore.
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