Vanity Fair
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:10:08
¤ Over the mountains ¤
:10:10
¤ And over the waves ¤
:10:14
¤¤ Under the fountains ¤¤
:10:17
¤¤And under the graves ¤¤
:10:20
¤ Under floods
that are deepest ¤

:10:23
¤ Which Neptune obey ¤
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¤ Over rocks that are steepest ¤
:10:30
¤¤Love will find out ¤¤
:10:33
¤¤ The way ¤¤¤¤
:10:41
My word, Miss Sharp.
:10:43
You've the voice of an angel
in heaven.

:10:45
Oh.
Yes.

:10:47
You must have some lessons,
my dear.

:10:50
Captain Dobbin!
:10:54
Is George not here?
Yes.
Where is my dear godson?

:10:57
Pray don't concern yourselves.
George sends his regrets.

:11:00
- Work holds him prisoner.
- But he is coming to the picnic
at Vauxhall tomorrow?

:11:04
- Do please say that he is.
- Oh, he wouldn't miss it for worlds.

:11:17
Come to bed, now.
:11:19
You must be finished
with all those boring
old numbers.

:11:23
If only I could be.
:11:27
I wish Jos wasn't
taking her to this silly
Vauxhall picnic.

:11:31
He'll drink too much,
and who knows what he'll say
if the little minx works on him.

:11:36
LetJos marry whom he likes.
She has no fortune,
but nor had you.

:11:41
Better her than a black
Mrs. Sedley from Boggley Wollah...

:11:46
and her dozen
mahogany grandchildren.
Now, now, now.


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