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"
Oh
,
may
I
?
"
said
Ermengarde
.
"
May
I
,
really
?
She
is
beautiful
!
"
And
Emily
was
put
into
her
arms
.
Never
in
her
dull
,
short
life
had
Miss
St.
John
dreamed
of
such
an
hour
as
the
one
she
spent
with
the
queer
new
pupil
before
they
heard
the
lunch-bell
ring
and
were
obliged
to
go
downstairs
.
Sara
sat
upon
the
hearth-rug
and
told
her
strange
things
.
She
sat
rather
huddled
up
,
and
her
green
eyes
shone
and
her
cheeks
flushed
.
She
told
stories
of
the
voyage
,
and
stories
of
India
;
but
what
fascinated
Ermengarde
the
most
was
her
fancy
about
the
dolls
who
walked
and
talked
,
and
who
could
do
anything
they
chose
when
the
human
beings
were
out
of
the
room
,
but
who
must
keep
their
powers
a
secret
and
so
flew
back
to
their
places
"
like
lightning
"
when
people
returned
to
the
room
.
"
WE
could
n't
do
it
,
"
said
Sara
,
seriously
.
"
You
see
,
it
's
a
kind
of
magic
.
"
Once
,
when
she
was
relating
the
story
of
the
search
for
Emily
,
Ermengarde
saw
her
face
suddenly
change
.
A
cloud
seemed
to
pass
over
it
and
put
out
the
light
in
her
shining
eyes
.
She
drew
her
breath
in
so
sharply
that
it
made
a
funny
,
sad
little
sound
,
and
then
she
shut
her
lips
and
held
them
tightly
closed
,
as
if
she
was
determined
either
to
do
or
NOT
to
do
something
.
Ermengarde
had
an
idea
that
if
she
had
been
like
any
other
little
girl
,
she
might
have
suddenly
burst
out
sobbing
and
crying
.
But
she
did
not
.
"
Have
you
a
--
a
pain
?
"
Ermengarde
ventured
.
"
Yes
,
"
Sara
answered
,
after
a
moment
's
silence
.
"
But
it
is
not
in
my
body
.
"
Then
she
added
something
in
a
low
voice
which
she
tried
to
keep
quite
steady
,
and
it
was
this
:
"
Do
you
love
your
father
more
than
anything
else
in
all
the
whole
world
?
"
Ermengarde
's
mouth
fell
open
a
little
.
She
knew
that
it
would
be
far
from
behaving
like
a
respectable
child
at
a
select
seminary
to
say
that
it
had
never
occurred
to
you
that
you
COULD
love
your
father
,
that
you
would
do
anything
desperate
to
avoid
being
left
alone
in
his
society
for
ten
minutes
.
She
was
,
indeed
,
greatly
embarrassed
.
"
I
--
I
scarcely
ever
see
him
,
"
she
stammered
.
"
He
is
always
in
the
library
--
reading
things
.
"
"
I
love
mine
more
than
all
the
world
ten
times
over
,
"
Sara
said
.
"
That
is
what
my
pain
is
.
He
has
gone
away
.
"
