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Dobbin looked very pale and grave. "I've seen your father," said he.

"How's Amelia--Mrs. George? I'll tell you all the news presently: but

I've brought the great news of all: and that is--"

"Out with it, old fellow," George said.

"We're ordered to Belgium. All the army goes--guards and all.

Heavytop's got the gout, and is mad at not being able to move. O'Dowd

goes in command, and we embark from Chatham next week." This news of

war could not but come with a shock upon our lovers, and caused all

these gentlemen to look very serious.