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The
second
of
the
trio
of
comforters
was
Ermengarde
,
but
odd
things
happened
before
Ermengarde
found
her
place
.
When
Sara
's
mind
seemed
to
awaken
again
to
the
life
about
her
,
she
realized
that
she
had
forgotten
that
an
Ermengarde
lived
in
the
world
.
The
two
had
always
been
friends
,
but
Sara
had
felt
as
if
she
were
years
the
older
.
It
could
not
be
contested
that
Ermengarde
was
as
dull
as
she
was
affectionate
.
She
clung
to
Sara
in
a
simple
,
helpless
way
;
she
brought
her
lessons
to
her
that
she
might
be
helped
;
she
listened
to
her
every
word
and
besieged
her
with
requests
for
stories
.
But
she
had
nothing
interesting
to
say
herself
,
and
she
loathed
books
of
every
description
.
She
was
,
in
fact
,
not
a
person
one
would
remember
when
one
was
caught
in
the
storm
of
a
great
trouble
,
and
Sara
forgot
her
.
It
had
been
all
the
easier
to
forget
her
because
she
had
been
suddenly
called
home
for
a
few
weeks
.
When
she
came
back
she
did
not
see
Sara
for
a
day
or
two
,
and
when
she
met
her
for
the
first
time
she
encountered
her
coming
down
a
corridor
with
her
arms
full
of
garments
which
were
to
be
taken
downstairs
to
be
mended
.
Sara
herself
had
already
been
taught
to
mend
them
.
She
looked
pale
and
unlike
herself
,
and
she
was
attired
in
the
queer
,
outgrown
frock
whose
shortness
showed
so
much
thin
black
leg
.
Ermengarde
was
too
slow
a
girl
to
be
equal
to
such
a
situation
.
She
could
not
think
of
anything
to
say
.
She
knew
what
had
happened
,
but
,
somehow
,
she
had
never
imagined
Sara
could
look
like
this
--
so
odd
and
poor
and
almost
like
a
servant
.
It
made
her
quite
miserable
,
and
she
could
do
nothing
but
break
into
a
short
hysterical
laugh
and
exclaim
--
aimlessly
and
as
if
without
any
meaning
,
"
Oh
,
Sara
,
is
that
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
answered
Sara
,
and
suddenly
a
strange
thought
passed
through
her
mind
and
made
her
face
flush
.
She
held
the
pile
of
garments
in
her
arms
,
and
her
chin
rested
upon
the
top
of
it
to
keep
it
steady
.
Something
in
the
look
of
her
straight-gazing
eyes
made
Ermengarde
lose
her
wits
still
more
.
She
felt
as
if
Sara
had
changed
into
a
new
kind
of
girl
,
and
she
had
never
known
her
before
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
she
had
suddenly
grown
poor
and
had
to
mend
things
and
work
like
Becky
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
stammered
.
"
How
--
how
are
you
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Sara
replied
.
"
How
are
you
?
"
"
I
'm
--
I
'm
quite
well
,
"
said
Ermengarde
,
overwhelmed
with
shyness
.
Then
spasmodically
she
thought
of
something
to
say
which
seemed
more
intimate
.
"
Are
you
--
are
you
very
unhappy
?
"
she
said
in
a
rush
.
Then
Sara
was
guilty
of
an
injustice
.
Just
at
that
moment
her
torn
heart
swelled
within
her
,
and
she
felt
that
if
anyone
was
as
stupid
as
that
,
one
had
better
get
away
from
her
.
