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Four hours after the talk between Dobbin and Osborne, this servant-maid

came into Amelia's room, where she sate as usual, brooding

silently over her letters--her little treasures. The girl, smiling,

and looking arch and happy, made many trials to attract poor Emmy's

attention, who, however, took no heed of her.

"Miss Emmy," said the girl.

"I'm coming," Emmy said, not looking round.

"There's a message," the maid went on. "There's

something--somebody--sure, here's a new letter for you--don't 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

love--dearest wife, come to me."

George and her mother were outside, waiting until she had read the

letter.