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task was over, I walked through the little room, 

 and down to my favourite lounge on the 

 bridge, from which I could catch a glimpse of 

 Mrs. Brady's house. How sick and miserable 

 I felt ! 



I returned, and wrote a letter to Margaret. 

 I did not know whether it would be delivered to 

 her or not ; but it was a relief to me to write 

 it. Just as Mr. O'Brien made his appearance 

 with a well-rilled bag, I had in reply a short 

 note from Margaret. She was as miserable as 

 I was. I would not forget her, would I ? And 

 she would so like to see me once more, if 

 possible, before I went. If Mr. O'Brien spoke 

 to mamma something might be done. I 

 handed the note to O'Brien. He read it with- 

 out a word. 



" It is rather cruel of Miss Margaret to make 

 me an ambassador in this cause," he said ; " but 

 I'll stand to you." 



And off he started for Mrs. Brady's house 

 at once. 



I walked down to the bridge again. I 

 -watched the river with a half-vacant, half- 

 stupid stare. I suddenly felt some one next to 

 me. It was Margaret. 



