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Updated: June 3, 2025
He it is who must assemble and arrange his large chronicle, piecing it together out of his experience. Becky's mode of life, in his story, is a matter of many details picked up on many occasions, and the power that collects them, the mind that contains them, is always and openly Thackeray's; it could not be otherwise.
Randy realized as the days went on that if he sold them and sold them and sold them, Dalton would still outdistance him financially. There remained, therefore, fame, and the story in the back of his mind. If he could lay a thing like that at Becky's feet!
In that tense moment of Becky's confession on the day of the barbecue, his own hopes had died. The boy in him had died, too, and he had reached the full stature of a man. He wanted to protect and shield he was all tenderness. He felt that he would dare anything, do anything, if he could bring back to Becky the dreams of which Dalton robbed her.
An impression is to be created, growing and growing; and it can well be created in the loose panoramic style which is Thackeray's paramount arm. A general view, once more, a summary of Becky's course of action, a long look at her conditions, a participation in her gathering difficulties that is the nature and the task of these chapters, that is what Thackeray proceeds to give us.
She went through the garden, passed the pool, found Becky's feet in blue slippers, and rushed back to her master with an air of discovery. But Randy would not follow her. He must, he knew, set a curb on his impatience. He walked beyond the gate, following the ridge of the hill to the box hedge. He was not in the least aware that his shadow showed up against the silver of the sky.
In the meantime he searched his mind for some reasonable excuse. "Look here," he said, "I'll join you later, Oscar. I've promised some friends at Nantucket that I'll come down for the hunting." "I didn't know that you had friends in Nantucket," Oscar told him moodily. "The Merediths," George remembered in the nick of time the name of Becky's grandfather. Oscar would not know the difference.
I always go back to Huntersfield for Christmas." After that it was decided that she should sit for him each morning. They did not speak again of Randy. There had been something in Becky's manner which kept Archibald from saying more. When they reached the lighthouse, the wind was blowing strongly.
Little Puddock, too, was hovering near, and his wooing made uncomfortable by Aunt Becky's renewed severity, as well as by the splendour of 'Mr. Redheels, who was expending his small talk and fleuerets upon Gertrude.
Amelia was won over at the tale of Becky's sufferings, but Major Dobbin was obdurate. Amelia declined to give up Becky, and Major Dobbin said "good-bye." Amelia didn't wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him, and his departure left her broken and cast down. Becky bore Dobbin no rancour for the part he had taken against her. It was an open move; she was in the game and played fairly.
Truffigny gave Briggs a shawl by way of winning over Becky's confidante, and asked her to take charge of a letter which the simple spinster handed over in public to the person to whom it was addressed, and the composition of which amused everybody who read it greatly.
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