You say that it gladdens you
to think Edwin will not be forgotten, and I am very sure that the
friendly office you have so admirably performed will in itself
reward you more than any poor expression of gratitude from me. I
write hurriedly, anxious to let you hear as soon as possible.
'Believe me, dear Mr Milvain,
'Yours sincerely,
'AMY REARDON.'
CHAPTER XXXIV. A CHECK
Marian was at work as usual in the Reading-room. She did her
best, during the hours spent here, to convert herself into the
literary machine which it was her hope would some day be invented
for construction in a less sensitive material than human tissue.
Her eyes seldom strayed beyond the limits of the desk; and if she
had occasion to rise and go to the reference shelves, she looked
at no one on the way. Yet she herself was occasionally an object
of interested regard. Several readers were acquainted with the
chief facts of her position; they knew that her father was now
incapable of work, and was waiting till his diseased eyes should
be ready for the operator; it was surmised, moreover, that a good
deal depended upon the girl's literary exertions.
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