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George, shes dying, William Dobbin saidand could speak no more. There was a buxom Irish servant-girl, who performed all the duties of the little house where the Sedley family had found refuge: and this girl had in vain, on many previous days, striven to give Amelia aid or consolation. Emmy was much too sad to answer, or even to be aware of the attempts the other was making in her favour. Four hours after the talk between Dobbin and Osborne, this servant-maid came into Amelias room, where she sate as usual, brooding silently over her lettersher little treasures. The girl, smiling, and looking arch and happy, made many trials to attract poor Emmys attention, who, however, took no heed of her. Miss Emmy, said the girl. Im coming, Emmy said, not looking round. Theres a message, the maid went on. Theres somethingsomebodysure, heres a new letter for you dont be reading them old ones any more. And she gave her a letter, which Emmy took, and read. I must see you, the letter said. Dearest Emmy dearest lovedearest wife, come to me. George and her mother were outside, waiting until she had read the letter. |
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