Vanity Fair Full Text: Chapter 17 : Page 7
"What-d'-ye-call'em--'Osborne,' will cry off now, I suppose, since the family is smashed. How cut up your pretty little friend will be; hey, Becky?"
"I daresay she'll recover it," Becky said with a smile--and they drove on and talked about something else.
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