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Melchisedec
seemed
to
understand
.
He
shuffled
resignedly
,
if
not
contentedly
,
back
to
his
home
.
"
I
did
not
expect
to
see
you
tonight
,
Ermie
,
"
Sara
said
.
Ermengarde
hugged
herself
in
the
red
shawl
.
"
Miss
Amelia
has
gone
out
to
spend
the
night
with
her
old
aunt
,
"
she
explained
.
"
No
one
else
ever
comes
and
looks
into
the
bedrooms
after
we
are
in
bed
.
I
could
stay
here
until
morning
if
I
wanted
to
.
"
She
pointed
toward
the
table
under
the
skylight
.
Sara
had
not
looked
toward
it
as
she
came
in
.
A
number
of
books
were
piled
upon
it
.
Ermengarde
's
gesture
was
a
dejected
one
.
"
Papa
has
sent
me
some
more
books
,
Sara
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
they
are
.
"
Sara
looked
round
and
got
up
at
once
.
She
ran
to
the
table
,
and
picking
up
the
top
volume
,
turned
over
its
leaves
quickly
.
For
the
moment
she
forgot
her
discomforts
.
"
Ah
,
"
she
cried
out
,
"
how
beautiful
!
Carlyle
's
French
Revolution
.
I
have
SO
wanted
to
read
that
!
"
"
I
have
n't
,
"
said
Ermengarde
.
"
And
papa
will
be
so
cross
if
I
do
n't
.
He
'll
expect
me
to
know
all
about
it
when
I
go
home
for
the
holidays
.
What
SHALL
I
do
?
"
Sara
stopped
turning
over
the
leaves
and
looked
at
her
with
an
excited
flush
on
her
cheeks
.
